Boot's Byword

As I woke up this morning, I remembered dreaming about a gathering of people I have cherished.  It was entirely a fantasy, as I have never been able to get more than a few friends into a room at one time, but it was great.  All the people in the dream were real people I have known and cared about, and have not seen for years.  Maybe if I say their names here you will recognize a name and perhaps I will see some of them again some day, God willing.

Marie Magill – Franklin High School, class of ’65.   Played clarinet.  We used to do our homework together sometimes.  Marie was planning to be a nurse.

Sharon Mannon – disappeared from my life after 5th grade – we sometimes walked home from school together, discussing all sorts of strange things.

Carol Unruh – Lost track after 6th grade.  Last time I saw Carol, we had spent a day at Green Lake, for which I had walked 15 miles and got a bit of a sunburn.  I have no doubt Carol is an artist somewhere, as she was incredibly talented.

Bill Rooks – gave me my first real motorcycle ride.  Bill, wherever you are, thank you so much for opening that door to me – I have been riding 40 years and just love it.

Joe D’Andrea – the spelling might be wrong – if so, forgive me, Joe – perhaps Joe was my first boyfriend – perhaps I didn’t realize it until after I wrote to him in ‘Nam and told him I had met a guy – Joe stopped writing.   Joe sent me jump wings from Fort Benning, GA as he accepted assignment to 82nd Airborne.  Joe, if you are out there, please get in touch.  I owe you on a bet we made when I was 16 – remember?

Frank Lill – Frank, if you remember me, you KNOW why I remember you!  Keep your beautiful smile on!

If any of you very special people sees this blog, do email me on yahoo – if you, the reader, know any of these people, let them know that I still care and would love to hear from them.

The Lord works in mysterious ways, and uses some very strange tools!  Be one of them.