I’m memorable! go me!
I am sitting here chatting away to the lovely Amanda and I get a notice that I have email. I don’t go look right away seeing as it was from classmates.com I figured it was junk. A little while later I get an email that I was interested to check out.. so I look at my email.
The classmates email says that I have a new message. At first I am thinking “do I even want to know which snob from high school is sending me an email”. Then I look closer and the name looks familiar but I am not sure who it is at first then it clicks in. It’s my primary school teacher, my favorite teacher.
From: Marilyn F
To: Beverly
Sent: April 25, 2006 06:33:36 PM
Subject: Primary
Are you the same Beverly who was in my Primary class at West End School……I’d be interested in hearing from you.
It made me smile that almost 25 years later my primary school teacher remembered me. I know teachers probably had trouble forgetting me as I was so cute.. but I think it has a lot to with my bad vision..
Somehow I think a lot of them took pity on the little blind girl. I don’t often speak of my vision because it’s not an issue for me.. but in fact it’s always been an issue. So as I was saying I think I stood out because of it. However even having said that it’s still nice being remembered all these years later.
Happy Birthday Amanda!
Today is my sisters’ 25th birthday. She has been a great friend and and even better sister. When we were little we did everything together. Her little friends were my friends and my friends were her friends. I miss those innocent simple days.
Growing up she was moody to say the least. We often over the years referred to her disposition as ‘the beast’. If you did something that she didn’t like she could get real mean. However in the last few years she has matured and that part of her personally is very rarely seen. My mother attributes it to her having meningitis when she was a baby. I don’t remember her being sick, all I know are the stories I have been told over the years. I do know that I am so very happy that she didn’t die because of it – my life would have been completely empty without her.
As we entered our teens we drifted apart, I often wish there were fewer years between us because during that time we lost touch at times. I didn’t understand her and she didn’t understand me. Once she left home we talked almost every Saturday for hours about anything and everything. Last year presented us with some difficult times but we were able to reconnect and today I feel we’re back to a very good place.
There is and always has been a part of me that often wished I was more like Amanda. With all the things we have in common there are many things that she is that I will never be. My sister is stubborn, smart, energetic, confident, kind hearted, beautiful, outgoing, and often the life of any party. All my life everyone always loved her immediately. During those times when i couldnt understand why people liked this mean little brat. Now I don’t think you could ask for a better friend or sister (other than Jay and Melanie).
As we were growing up my mother always told us we’d be very thankful as we got older to have each other. That no matter what happened to us we’d be able to rely on the other and we would always share a common bond. It’s only in the last few years of my life that I can honestly say she was totally right.
Being with her is like being by myself. Only louder and more fun. (:
A picture is worth a thousand good memories
Yesterday my mother was going through some papers in the shed when she stumbled upon some old pictures… some she had seen, some she hadn’t. She brought them in the house and passed them to me. The majority of these photos were taken somewhere between 1995 and 1997, I would say. I had seen none of these pictures before, including some from my high school graduation.
As I flipped through the photos, I saw some of myself and other members of my family. I then stumbled across a picture of the ex from around 10 years ago. For whatever reason I couldn’t help but smile – and when I think of him now a days I don’t often smile. I have this habit of keeping the bad memories of past relationships rather than the good. I like to remind myself why I no longer have this person in my life. I do this with things that will scare me the rest of my life and with the little things that don’t affect me today. If you have wronged me in some way I find it very hard to look past it, I guess that’s what makes me a forgiver not a forgetter. I’m self destructive like that I suppose.
For a few short moments I was reminded of how happy and safe I was. In those days I thought this was the man I would marry and have children with. I was hopelessly in love with him. As I looked at the photo I didn’t see the person I sometimes hated all I could see was the handsome man that once made my heart skip a beat As I sit here now thinking about the photo it still brings a smile to my face.
Somehow that little walk down memory lane made some of the bad memories fade. I think this is probably why I take such joy in looking at old photos or letters. For those brief moments I am reminded why I liked the person to begin with and not why I disliked them in the end.