Thursday June 12, 2008

Barefoot-Kind-of-Day

Now and then a day comes along when the weather is perfect, and everything else seems to fall in place.

I can’t say that for every day this week.

Last night Cerwin planted some of the flowers we purchased at Saturday’s auction, and I “pressure-washed” the patio with a garden hose.

It was a perfect morning to sit on our newly-cleaned patio and reflect on something nice that happened to me at the restaurant on Monday evening.

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While waiting for the hostess to seat us, I noticed a man who I thought I recognized as one of my tenth grade school teachers. I summoned up some courage and walked over to his table and said, “I think I recognize you as one of my high school teachers.”

He looked at me and said, “You are Doris Jean Hershey.”

That was my maiden name!

I don’t remember talking to him since high school – and tenth grade for me was forty-nine years ago.

Can you imagine my surprise – and I couldn’t remember his name. He even seemed to have some kind of dementia, because the couple who were with him answered some of my questions – when he seemed confused. They told me he taught school for thirty-eight years – and he remembered me!

To the locals who went to my school – and are curious – it was Mr. Flick.

That was a real “warm fuzzy” for someone who is slowly getting used to being called “an older woman.” Our grandchildren don’t even think my high school pictures look like me – but he recognized me, and remembered my name.