This is such a Small Town World.
I have an effervescent red-headed friend named Barbara Smith. I met Barbara right after I moved to T-Town with my cousin many years ago.
One day after a hard day at school, we walked across the parking lot going to our little one bedroom apartment and coming toward us was a woman with bright red hair and a friendly smile.
She introduced herself and said she was from that Small Town World to the North. I never was very good at the don’t-speak-to-strangers thing Mama tried to teach me. Barbara and I hit it right off. 🙂
Turned out, Barbara was a friend I just hadn’t met.
She was so good to me. And smart. And more than happy to share her knowledge about a world where I was new and untried. And glad to help.
One night, my cousin and I had only one key to our apartment. (For some reason, we’d lost one.) Anyway, we both had dates and since she planned to get in about 9:00 and I usually got in about 11:00 or midnight, I let her take the key.
When I got back, the door was locked so I knocked–several times. Long story short, I was locked out. (My cousin slept so soundly, she put that statue of the sleeping angel to shame.)
I had a choice of sleeping on the sidewalk or turning to Barbara. Guess which one I chose. LOL.
I knocked on Barbara’s sliding glass door, and without a word of complaint, she got out of bed and unlocked her door. She was more than happy to to loan me a couch to sleep on that night.
Now here’s another STW thing–I met and married G-Man, and being from the same Small Town World, Barbara not only knew and liked him (I said she was smart!) her brother had gone to school with him. Not only in Hominy but also in college.
Several years later, G-Man’s brother married Barbara’s niece. I was so glad! And thrilled because it meant we’d get to stay in contact with her.
I loved knowing Barbara. We never lived together or had daily contact, but she was always a friend.
For a long time, we even had the same hairdresser and stayed in touch through her. 🙂
Now Barbara is in Jesus’s arms, heart to heart with Him. I’ll miss her bright and friendly smile and the look in her eyes that always said, “I like you.”
“I know where the bodies are buried . . . and I’m not saying a word.”