I realized the other day that each of us in my family has a distinct event of saying hello to the world—those times and places we walk into alone, knowing no one.
Here's the first of three blogs with the account of mine. Enjoy and God bless.
I rapped on the door and not waiting for a reply I opened it, saying,” Come on, Marlyne Irene. It’s a beautiful day. You can study later. Let’s go toss the football around.” Flipping the nerf football around as Marlyne finished the bookkeeping problem she was working on, I realized that our friendship was my reward for” saying hello to the world—those times and places we walk into alone, knowing no one. If I hadn’t made the decision to D & E College, I would never have met this dear friend from Cleveland who has since lived in Baltimore for the past 35 years..
It was the fall of 1971, I said hello to the world with no fear or trepidation, no thoughts of loneliness for my family, friends, or the familiar and I said “said adios” to Silver City. I knew I did not want to be in Silver City and so I started driving. Not aimlessly, like the flower power children heading to San Francisco, but east to Elkins, West Virginia. This small town in the hills of almost heaven West Virginia is the home of the prestigious Presbyterian affiliated college of Davis and Elkins, my Dad’s alma mater. It had been the first playground for my older brother Michael. I have been told that he wandered the campus and the neighborhood at 3 and 4 years old and my mother would blow a whistle three times as a “Come home, Michael” signal. What a great idea until other neighborhood mothers picked up the practice!
to be continued...
Hugs, Mimi
