Thursday, May 2, 2019
It's strange how I kept thinking of Dickie, as I've always known her, this past week and thinking to myself that I would take a bike ride to visit with her as soon as the
rain let up. I've always enjoyed talking to her, and reminiscing about things that happened long ago. I guess I just had a feeling about something. When I was very young, Dickie was like a second mom to me. My earliest memories are of Sharry and John as my very first friends, and how I used to spend as much time at their house as I could. I saw my first color TV there! Mary always was just so nice to us. I remember her distinctly non-New Jersey accent, and didn't know why she sounded that way, until I met her mom, and figured it out. Then we moved to Pequannock, and kind of lost touch, until one day when Sharry appeared at our door and told me she moved to Lincoln Park, just a few streets away. We interacted again off and on over the years, and I realized that Dickie and her daughters have been a part of my life as long as I've been alive. She will always be remembered.
