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Carol Perkins: Then There Were Two Previous Column: Sentimental Journey By Carol Perkins Every Memorial Day is a time of remembering. Although my thoughts go to my lost friends every day, this time of the year is especially difficult. There were four of us who were friends from the cradle. One was my first cousin, Roberta, who lived next door. Another was Judy, Roberta's aunt, who was a year younger and was no relation to me, and Connie, who wasn't related to any of us. She didn't know to whom she was related until she was an adult. I wrote her story in A Girl Named Connie. Connie, Roberta, and I spent twelve school years with the same teachers, even in high school. Connie, the tomboy, took Home Economics classes because officials wouldn't let her take her shop classes. She longed for an FFA jacket. We grew up together, walked through adulthood together, and then life happened. Roberta was first. She passed away ten years ago in her home in Nashville. We knew she was sick, but not THAT sick. Roberta was the beauty queen. She loved pageants and looking forever young. (Song played at her funeral). Next was Judy, who passed five years ago. Judy was the most sociable, and no strangers were in her realm. We talked every day, and when there was something to do, we did it together, for which Guy was thankful. Connie, who lives in Indiana, and I are left. Connie is always by my side. Always. Recently, she visited, and we stayed up late watching a movie. She can't hear squat, so I found one with captions. She is coming down to spend a week soon, and we will "tear up the town." Connie loves Edmonton. When Connie comes to Edmonton, she circles the square, stops in front of her dad's (Bill Wilson) old store, eats at Gene's Freeze, and drives through Muncie Court where she grew up. Most of you have lost friends, so you know the void they leave. You pick up the phone to share a story, but then remember. I have heard older people say that they have lost all their friends. If not for family, they would have no one. I hope Connie and I have many years left to "tear up the town." Share your thoughts with Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com, or with CM readers using our Comment Form. This story was posted on 2025-05-29 15:26:09
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