St. Peter & Paul's school....
I haven’t written on my blog for some time because I had been
working on a screenplay, continuing to try to market my book and looking for past friends, mentioned in the book. So in attempting to write about finally locating Karen, my best childhood friend, through one of her relatives, I find writing about this hard for some reason.
As mentioned, I finally talked with my childhood friend, Karen. My best little friend from Jamestown N.Y. Of course she was happy and surprised. She reminded me that thirty years ago when I had gone back home for a visit we had actually met for lunch. How could I have forgotten that? Possibly because my uncle had passed away the very night I had arrived. I did remember our visit when she mentioned it though. I told her I had been trying to find her off and on for years. In this day and age, you would think you could find everyone; however I find that some older people are not that computer savvy or even have the desire to be on social media for which I credit for finding some of my relatives.
As we continued to catch up on the past thirty years, Karen asked if I remembered cleaning the convent at St. Peter & Paul’s. I had not. She said my father or hers would take us there and we would sweep the floors and dust. I wish I could remember that. Perhaps too many bad experiences have erased some of the better memories that I should have. I do have a memory of sitting in the convent for some reason. Maybe that was one of the days we had gone there to clean and I was waiting for one of our dads to come and get us.
I am still looking for at least two more former classmates from my parochial school days. Why so important to me, you might ask. Why do I continue to "collect people" as I asked my husband once if he minded? I don’t collect many; just a few that for some reason I take an almost immediate liking to. Why do I have many friends? Friends that I have had for thirty, forty years? Simply put; probably because I was abruptly taken from family and friends as a child. All of the family I had known since birth and friends since kindergarten. Just taken away at the age of fourteen and not allowed to contact anyone.
I am happy how all things are now, after so many years coming to a satisfying conclusion. How I found the best therapy in writing my book and how I am finding long lost family and friends and how peaceful my life has become. It is truly like a good book that you would read.