As a few of you may have seen a few nights ago, I posted a little something and then, being the 60 year old that I am, I accidentally deleted it. No, Im not the braniac that I fooled some of you into believing that I used to be! Anyway, I feel that I should repost it. If youve already seen it, please bear with me. If you havent seen it before, please take a few minutes to read it. Here goes ... I started first grade in September 1960 at Richardson Elementary in Minden. My teacher was Mrs. Hanks. I didnt know why I was being forced to spend all day trapped in one of those little wooden desks. I was used to running around outside all day, making mudpies, swinging as high as I could go (or until my mum yelled at me to stop), and watching various bugs climb over barriers which I created. As some of you may recall, school was NOT my favorite subject! Oh, I did my work and made the grades, but my mama made me! Until I discovered the social aspect of school ... Unknown to most of my classmates, I was (and still am) extremely shy. It was only natural that I would seek out someone of a similar nature. I looked around and saw another little girl looking as lost as I felt. We were so much alike that we could have been sisters! We were both very tall, much taller than the other first graders. Heck, we were taller than some of the teachers! We were like two young, gangly fillies turned out in the pasture for our first frolic. And frolic we did!! Our favorite game was to back up to the school , then we would race as fast as we could down all three tiers of the playground, just to collapse at the back fence, laughing too hard to even get up. I always lost the race. ALWAYS! But it didnt matter. We were laughing so hard we couldnt even catch our breath. After the mad dash across the playground, the two of us became engrossed in some game of make-believe. Imagine our shock and horror when we looked around and discovered that we were entirely ALONE at the far end of the playground! As we slowly dragged our unwilling feet up that interminally l-o-o-o-o-n-g hill, we discussed what fate-worse-than-death might be waiting for us. As we sheepishly presented ourselves to Mrs. Hanks, we glanced around the classroom , filled with grinning faces, all neatly contained in their little wooden prison-desks, awaiting our fate. The two of us stood there, united and defiant. I honestly dont remember what our punishment was. What I do remember is that was the moment Roxanne Evans and Ronda Brewster became friends for life and realized we would be partners-in-crime and rebels-to-the-end for the rest of our lives! Life and time have prevented us from seeing each other for more than thirty years. Nothing has changed about our friendship in that length of time. She can still make me laugh so hard that I fall to the floor as a limp rag of tears. Its just not so easy to stand back up now! We both love to read, but her poetry is so much more beautiful than the song lyrics that I scribble out and attempt to sell! We both still love horses, but she could always draw them better than I could. She rode as an equestrienne and I galloped in the Rockies with my cousin. But we both still love horses and cats and really big horses. While we were attending art school after graduating from MHS, we carpooled. Radio blasting, wind blowing through the windows, and singing at the top of our lungs....we even played hooky once. We both felt so guilty afterwards that we went home and told our mothers what we had done! Never did it again; art school was way more fun. Many of you never had a chance to know Roxanne as I do. She always held a job after school and didnt run the roads like most of us. She needs our help now. She has been diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer and forced to give up her job of 20+ years. With the health system being what it is, Rox and her husband, Doug Sahlin, have some tough times before them. The choices they may be forced to make, due to financess, may literally be life and death. If you can help in any way, they will appreciate it more than you can imagine. Words of support and encouragement can also be given at Hope for Roxanne at giveforward . And, as always, prayers are needed! Whether your were a close friend of Roxannes or you just had a class with her, she is part of our MHS family. To paraphrase our class song, She aint heavy; shes out sister. We take care of our own. Please help any way your can. Thank you!
Posted on: Sun, 01 Jun 2014 20:32:43 +0000
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