Tuesday, January 24, 2006

January 24, 1974

There was only a half a day. I went into town. George is really becoming a good friend.
Well Goodnight.

This was true. George became a very good friend. I moved to Suffern, NY on July 10, 1973. It took about six months before things started to feel okay. George, who lived down the street, was a big part of the second half of my childhood. Great guy. Now married with two kids, living in Illinois. He's a chiropractor.


Rebecca Waring said...

It's amazing how much you can read between the lines of your little boy diary. So much feeling. People don't realize how hard moving is on kids. We moved when I was seven. It took me a year to recover.

Don Cummings said...

Good Morning Don, I tried to leave a comment on your blogspot but I guess it got lost in the bit bucket. It went something like "I love you too. You and your brother were my brothers, since I only had sisters." The following seven to eight years, after January 24, 1974, really shaped who I became and I'm glad you guys were part of it. We were 10 and 11 years old then. I recall thinking, when I found out you kept a journal, that you must have wrote a page or more of the days events every night. (How can he do that? I wrote enough in school). It is wonderful that a few brief sentences can have the power of sparking neurons of recall. I have a 10 year old now and I can't imagine him in 30 years being friends with the kids he knows now. Heck, I can't imagine my kids doing half the things that we did. I may be sappy but I think about my childhood experiences frequently. Watching my boys wrestle and tumble with each other reminds of the days I would watch you and Greg go at each other, wherever we happened to be; middle of the road, woods, sandpiles, basements... The most I could do is watch in amazement and laughter. (I wished I could do that to my sisters). I couldn't pick a side because you were both my buddies.

Todd HellsKitchen said...

My childhood str8 friends are all born again Christians, and they don't really want to talk to an avowed homosexual... But the homosexuals I knew in High School I'm still good friends with... Wild.