I was sitting in my sewing alcove yesterday, the doorbell rang and Vere answered it. I heard him yell out, then heard talking, a visit to the gun room, etc. I looked out the front window and saw big truck, but didn't check further as I was still in my nightgown. About an hour later, our visitor left and Vere came in to ask if I remembered Cal Richins. Talk about a Blast from the Past. This was someone we knew about 45 years ago, when we were first married, still in college, and had no TV. They had a TV and we'd visit their apartment for entertainment.
The reason this is important is that they had a little girl named Sonya and that is where we got the name for our favorite (?) daughter.
Vere didn't bring Cal in because he knew I wasn't dressed for company. He asked if we should invite them up for dinner. They came and we had a good visit, this is the picture of us and our new/old friends, we're on the right.
1 comment:
yes! I knew it! but why didn't dad bring him in to talk to you instead of just telling you that he came by?
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