This photo makes me laugh like a hyena every time I see it. I’m the clown, clowns are funny. My witch friend is Cassie, we pretty much grew up together (at least from about 1 to 12). We are four in 1975.
I’m not sure why Cassie is looking at me and smiling other than I’m a clown and clowns are funny. I have no idea why I am smiling so intently. We are four so I’m guessing our camera hog gene was firing pretty rich back then.
When I found this photo last night, I laughed and laughed and laughed. It’s just so goofy. This photo is early evidence that I spent the majority of my youth living in overalls.
My laughter eventually breaks into tears. While I am happy Cassie and I had such rockin’ Halloween costumes and make up, I can’t help but think about our mothers who got us all dressed up.
If I remember the story correctly, our mothers met in a laundry mat. They were close in age, Cassie is a month older than I am and behold! Cassie’s mom and I share (as well as a very dirty, dirty democrat) the same birthday. Alas, being a young child, I didn’t really care about their womanly relationship, I was just glad to have someone to play with.
I too have known the joy of finding a friend, a best woman friend when I was a young mother. Her daughter is a year older than Elder Spawn. We met when they were about 4. We did lots and lots of stuff together when they were young and still liked us a whole lot. I think they still like us now but they keep us at a teenager’s arm-length. At all times. Unless they want something.
When I see this photo, I don’t really see us kids. I see past the children and look at two long-haired hippie-ish women sitting at the kitchen table talking about how to dress us up, what they have on-hand to dress us up with and which neighborhood they would walk us thru. They were probably listening to some kick ass music on the stereo I was never allowed to touch and maybe even drinking a glass of wine.
I did/do these same things with my best woman friend!!!
My heart bursts with pride and gratitude when I think about all four of us: at that same age, at that same period in our lives. I am so thankful for the example Mom and my other mom gave to me.
I am so thankful I was glad to find that kind of friendship as well.
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A glass of wine... I remember it a little different. I won't mention what I remember them doing at the kitchen table in fear that some uptight ATF agent might look up our aging hippie moms for passing around a bud a hundred years ago. Goodtimes!
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