Monday, January 14, 2019
I am so sorry to hear about the passing of someone who was a dear friend to me in my younger years. Lynda and I were like sisters for many years. We lived across the field from each other in the Bridgeview but most of the time we were staying at each other's home. When we were in grade school Lynda was in the hospital for surgery and when she was discharged I was called to the office and told that Lynda was home and the school let me leave early just so i could go and see her. In those days children were not allowed to visit anyone in the hospital so i could not see my friend for some time. Lynda taught me the basics of playing piano on the blonde upright they had in their livingroom on Rankin. She dotted the keys so i could learn the notes, much to her mother's dismay. We worked hard scrubbing the ink marks off but to this day I still play chopsticks whenever I get near a piano just like we did back then. One of the most vivid memories I have was when I stayed over for New Year's Eve and Lynda's parents were going out for the night. Lynda and I worked for weeks making confettii with a hole punch and then filled up balloons with our efforts. New Year's Eve rolled in and we popped all the balloons sending confettii everywhere and I mean everywhere. You never saw two pre-teens scramble to clean up the mess before the parents returned. Unfortunately, confettii has a tendency to hide and reappear when you least expect it. We never did that again but we laughed about it for a very long time. Once highschool came around we went off in different directions but met up again for a short time in later years. My deepest sympathy to Terry and Lynda's family on the loss of someone that I still hold fond and many great memories of.
