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Visiting, sunshine and Reminiscing.

Friends

With Rosemary an old school friend of fifty years.

I have just spent three wonderful days with an old school friend and her husband down in Dorset. I ordered good weather and I was not disappointed, let us hope we do not have a return to winter next week. As I wrote previously in a blog real friends are amazing. You don’t have to see them daily or pick up the phone every five minutes.

I met Rosemary in my first term at boarding school (of which an amusing article you will find if you click here). I had never been away from home before and being transported to a strange environment at the age of eleven over a hundred miles away was pretty scary. I have never forgotten the kindness Rosemary showed me along with an American girl Nancy McClave who I have never been able to find again. Rosemary’s own life was not easy but it never stopped her from helping me through that first term. Sadly after she left we lost touch but on a visit to our local church next to the old school I found Rosemary had also visited and left her address in the visitors book. It was such a delight that I could make contact again. This I duly did and we have exchanged Christmas cards ever since. We arranged to meet at a pony show I was judging soon after we renewed our friendship and then I was able to stay on my way to Cornwall some time later. I then arranged a school reunion which was the first one we had had and she managed to join us.

So when I managed to arrange some care for my mother so I could take a short break the first person I contacted was Rosemary. Thankfully they were home over those few days and I was treated royally. We always have so much catching up and reminiscing to do I am sure her poor husband is glad when I have left. We had such fun and managed to swap addresses of others from school so we can get in touch.

Hopefully it wont be too long before we can meet up again. Remember its never to late to make that call, write that letter or send an invitation. School days can be remembered as some of the best times you ever have.

My memory of the Kennedy Assassination #blog

Where were you when Kennedy was shot? that was such a regular question and due to the anniversary will it be a popular question again?

My memory is vivid (giving my age away now!) I was at boarding school in Lewes, East Sussex. We were a very small contingent usually about seventeen in all and a few were from overseas. There was one in particular her name was Nancy McClave and she was from New York state, she was particularly kind to me in my first term as I was dreadfully homesick having never been away from home and being only eleven years old. I soon got over my homesickness and was at the school for four years until I left my education behind and Nancy went back home. Sadly we lost touch and I have never been able to find her.

The day the news of Kennedy being shot reverberated round the school and Nancy was inconsolable, this was a new emotion to me as I was brought up in a house with a stiff upper lip and you never showed any emotion if you had any. My crying when my ponies were sold or when a guinea pig died were not acceptable even for a child, so having a friend weeping and wailing over someone they didn’t know was completely alien to me.

So now if someone asks me what was I doing when Kennedy was shot I have no difficulty in remembering. Poor Nancy I hope she got over it eventually.