The last 48 hours were rather interesting as my two room mates from Teachers College connected by phone to talk of our upcoming reunion. This was not planned but just coincidence . We are like that in life as we often think about someone and don't react by phone or letter and suddenly become compelled to get in touch.
We three were graduates of SMH and decided to become teachers. Alex, the Duck and myself also decided to room together while in Truro. 74 Walker street was the home of a crusty but kind landlady who came to Canada and opened a boarding house.We three had one room with few furnishings and a shared bath down the hall.There were on occasions up to ten people living there.
The dinner table was long and seated about 12 people. Sorry were you if you got there late as the food was parcelled out in exact numbers. For this service we each paid $8.00 per week.In my case my mom sent the money to me weekly in a special letter which was called registered but only cost 20 cents. It was a happy home for us a we were part of a larger family at the teachers college.
The phone calls from Alex and The Duck were basically the same with not too much of grave importance but rather a how are you doing call. We don't see each other often but time does not diminish the close feelings we have for each other even after 55 years.We know of each others families even though we have never met some of them and show interest in the day to day events that cause us to call each other friend.
As we creep into that stage of our life called senior I realize that the cup is no longer half full but the remaining years should be enjoyed basking in the reflected glory of our children's achievements and reaching out to achieve new challenges of our own. Try some things we thought we could never do and reach for answers to questions that have no answers but only more questions.
When we get together this August we will have much small talk and a few arguments about big issues but most of all we will just enjoy that few days together as we did when we stayed at Oak Island a few years ago.
We three were graduates of SMH and decided to become teachers. Alex, the Duck and myself also decided to room together while in Truro. 74 Walker street was the home of a crusty but kind landlady who came to Canada and opened a boarding house.We three had one room with few furnishings and a shared bath down the hall.There were on occasions up to ten people living there.
The dinner table was long and seated about 12 people. Sorry were you if you got there late as the food was parcelled out in exact numbers. For this service we each paid $8.00 per week.In my case my mom sent the money to me weekly in a special letter which was called registered but only cost 20 cents. It was a happy home for us a we were part of a larger family at the teachers college.
The phone calls from Alex and The Duck were basically the same with not too much of grave importance but rather a how are you doing call. We don't see each other often but time does not diminish the close feelings we have for each other even after 55 years.We know of each others families even though we have never met some of them and show interest in the day to day events that cause us to call each other friend.
As we creep into that stage of our life called senior I realize that the cup is no longer half full but the remaining years should be enjoyed basking in the reflected glory of our children's achievements and reaching out to achieve new challenges of our own. Try some things we thought we could never do and reach for answers to questions that have no answers but only more questions.
When we get together this August we will have much small talk and a few arguments about big issues but most of all we will just enjoy that few days together as we did when we stayed at Oak Island a few years ago.
What a heartwarming story ... nicely penned.
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