My cousin Evelyn and I don’t see each other very much. We spent years living over a thousand miles apart and that seemed a fitting reason for why we seldom visited, but now that we are a whole six miles from each other it isn’t much different. With jobs and family and gardening and a million obligations we just don’t take the time to sit and talk. But we should, and we will. Now that we are getting older I feel a strong desire to spend more time with people who shared my childhood, and Evelyn is one of those people. Our lunch with our aunts was wonderful, but I’m planning some “Evelyn and me” time very soon.
As I said before, we spent many happy hours playing together. As the oldest girls in our respective families we shared many personality traits and responsibilities. And we both had younger brothers, although she eventually ended up with two sisters and two brothers, while I was stuck with four brothers. J We took care of our siblings and bossed them around. We spent Sundays eating lunch with MaMa and PaPa. We walked in the woods. We picked corn and shelled peas. We rode horses.
One Sunday we rode PaPa’s horse bareback across the pasture. Evelyn was on the front and I was riding double behind her. The horse saw a snake and reared up. Guess who hit the ground! I wasn’t hurt, just embarrassed because I fell off and Evelyn didn’t.
When we lived in California and visited here I often stayed at Evelyn’s house. I remember a squirrel they fed at their kitchen window. I remember singing with her mom. I remember eating at the Dairy Queen. I remember the mink farm they had. (Minks are mean!!) I remember fishing and swimming. Happy times.
As I sat in Evelyn’s living room the other day I noticed how many interests we still share. She loves gardening. She paints. She works with children. And she still has the same sweet, loving spirit she had when we were children. Even if we only see each other once or twice a year we are still joined at the heart.
Yes, we will have to get together soon.