When I was in the 5th grade we moved back to California after being gone for 7 years. We moved into our new house in November. I was in the front yard when a little girl my age rode her bike past my house. She was wearing a beautiful white dress with huge poppy red flowers that looked like they had been water painted onto the fabric. We approached each other and easily made friends little kids do. Thus began an enduring friendship with my dear friend Gayl.
My sophomore year, a new high school, Del Campo, was built nearby. It wasn’t finished when the school year started, so they put us in the newly built junior high school across the street where we attended double shifts to accommodate both us and the junior high kids. Three high schools fed sophomores into Del Campo where we were to be the first graduating class, so there were a lot of kids who didn’t know each other. Our physical education class was held in a wide hallway because there were no other facilities. Not having much to do, we goofed around a lot and it was then that I met Karol, who made me laugh and was fun to be around. Another close friendship was born.
Gayl moved 80 miles away the summer of her senior year. After pretty much being joined at the hip for 9 years that was like ripping off skin. Karol, crying a Mississippi river of tears, moved to St. Louis Missouri the day after our high school graduation. A year after that I transferred here to ASU. That was 1968. Both friendships continued long distance.
Karol moved to Arizona in 1989 and married our good friend Dave whom she met at our wedding. Gayl achieved her decades long goal of moving to Arizona in 2005. Gayl lives 8 miles south of me, Karol lives 12 miles north.
Today our husbands left to go elk hunting together. I can’t describe how this blows me away. It describes the quality of the friendships not only between us, but our husbands as well. Pretty darn cool if you ask me.