So, every once in awhile, I google someone’s name. Maybe this someone is a friend. Maybe someone I once worked or went to school with. Maybe it’s someone I’m convinced is a Nazi spy. Sometimes I find these people (Oi Alejandro) and sometimes not (Linus, Kurt, where are you?). Sometimes it’s cool, (Rose, love ya baby) and sometimes it’s not (Mark, the restraining order still stands).
Anyhow, I’ve managed to track down a friend from grades 3 & 4. Michelle McK was the only bright spot in my rather fetid FSS experience. Her mother, whose name I can’t remember, was our music teacher (from whom I learned Lord of the Dance and Eagles Wings) and her father was a big-time playwright whom I never saw except through the tinted window of a Lincoln. He must have been around fairly frequently however, as Michelle was the eldest of six kids when I knew her, (according to her bio on this page, she’s now one of eight).
She moved away to Greenwich, Connecticut when I was 10 and though I still have the one letter she wrote to me (very pleased at having won the Glynda the Good Witch role in Wizard of Oz) we lost touch.
Very upsetting. Especially since she took my Nancy Drew and the Thirteenth Pearl book with her. Funny how THAT tidbit didn’t make it on her bio.