Sometimes when I blog, I forget (unless they're commenting...wink wink...or telling me) that people are actually reading what I'm writing and reacting to the photos I've posted.
I received an email from Carol Bucicchia, mother of the infamous Carolanne, regarding my last post. She didn't know how to leave her comments on the site, so I thought I'd post them up. The email made me think more about how great the friends I have are, both to me and to the people in their lives who mean the most.
"I will never forget that summer either and the fun we had on stage passionately saying, " No Coffee, No Coffee"..as though we would just die with out it... here is the funny twist to this.... I was a bona fide Tea Drinker at that time and had no interest in Coffee, but in the past the ladies at my job have Converted me to the Dark Side of my Mug... I am now A Coffee Drinker... I know I got a late start to this new found Joy in My Cup, waiting 40+ years to venture out and have the raging desire to stop along my drives at a Starbucks, or Borders Books Cafe, or A Dunkin Donuts....for a Carmel Late...or Cappuccino, or Frappe... Oh My, I could taste one now...Well, off I must run to the nearest Coffee Urn.. To fill My Cup to the Brim with some Wonderful Coffee, now when I think of "No Coffee" it has a different meaning..... we all need our cup of Joe...
The fond part of that memory was when Carolanne asked me to try out for the play as well, she said, "go for it Mom! You did this before in HS and College, and after all you have to drive me every night to and from rehearsals so why not be in it..." and there we were side by side on stage, a precious, priceless memory I will never forget..After all, how many 15 yr olds would want to spend summer evenings with their Mom day in and day out... I got to make friends and so did most of you during that summer. Thanks again for the memories...."
I'm so glad to have had the experience of getting to know and learn from the parents of my friends. The insights into their upbringings, the inherited quirks or looks or gestures...and of course, the reasons why they all exist in the first place.
The Bucicchia's offered me their home on weekends and weeknights, long stretches of summer and mornings. They are as much a reason I am who I am today as anyone else is that I encountered so far in my life.
I'm glad to have them, and all of you.
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