To anyone passing the room, one glance at the occupants would make one think "two old hens clacking away." In reality, it was two old ladies, former college roommates reuniting after five years.
In order for my Wyoming friend and I from Mississippi to have this short time together, I met her in Harrisburg, PA, a 2 1/2 hour drive where she arrived from the Wild West. She dedicated a day and two nights to our visit before heading out to a wedding in York, PA.
No man would have been able to remain in the room hearing our whirling tongues. But careful attention to the conversation would have revealed two women still feeling like they'd just returned to the dorm after a weekend at home catching up on news. Somehow the years peeled away and we were again the carefree, independent young singles studying with goals in mind and having fun dating the campus guys.
In the span of 27 hours, we rediscovered why our friendship has remained so tight for over 50 years: we still thought alike, had the same beliefs, philosophy, goals and had experienced similar struggles of being wives and mothers. We compared the changes in our health and the new shape of our bodies, all the time being reminded of having been naive young girls of yesteryear.
Untold stories of our rearing and of our parents' desires to see their daughters achieve something better in life than they, as well a remembering lost loves, deceased friends, and endearing teachers.This took time. We both had chosen teaching as a career and wondered aloud if anyone we had taught would remember us and our zeal to impart some knowledge of life to them.
We departed the second morning stronger than ever that our friendship would remain endless. We assured ourselves that we each were a True Friend.