We are still in touch, as we are "friends" on Facebook.
Her Mother passed away this summer...she was well into her 90's.
Many memories resurfaced after hearing of her demise...
So many wonderful memories from our formative years...
of times spent playing in their home.
Diane's home was the sort that fueled my imagination.
It had all sorts of nooks and crannies,
there were deep closets under the eaves...where their clothes hung.
These also made a great spot to make forts and play Barbies.
We were avid Nancy Drew readers and we would lie for hours on her twin beds reading side by side while munching on 5 cent candies.
We went to the Library Reading Program "Circus McGircus"...our Mothers allowed us to take the bus together as the stop was by their doorstep at the top of our streets. The bus stopped right at the Library stairs and Victoria was a small town back then, much safer in many ways.
We loved The Beatles...she liked John and I liked Paul.
One of her aunts used to send her the fan magazines from the UK so we would drool over the pictures of all the pop stars.
Her home was without a television set so she came over to our house to watch The Beatles perform on The Ed Sullivan Show. I can still hear my parents telling us to stop screaming!
Diane's home seemed a tad more refined than ours...it was architecturally different and interesting and only had a radio and a piano....yet it felt steeped in culture....romantic.
Her Mother was a former ballerina from The Royal London Ballet Company and she wore her hair in a tight bun everyday. She would practice doing the splits up a wall in the enrty hall...I remember trying to emulate this to no avail!
Both Diane and her sister took ballet and they also took piano lessons from the lady across the street from our house. They were very accomplished like their Mother.
I could share many more memories but I think I'll keep some close to my heart.
Mother, sister and I popped by to see the house after we saw the SOLD sign.
It is enclosed in a wonderful greenspace, very private and we are a tad curious if it will be restored or demolished.
Fearing the latter I took some photos...
I hope you will see the magic in the bones of this home.
It holds so much of my youth wrapped up inside its walls.
the front porch where we shucked peas and licked ice cream cones
Not much has changed...
I love this front door...
the same carpet runner on the stairs
If these walls could talk...
you'd hear the sound of laughter and maybe a secret whispered between a couple of girlfriends so many years ago.
Years have passed by...
about 50 give or take since I set foot inside.
It still has charm.
I am a die hard romantic when it comes right down to it.
I think I fell hard for this house when I was 6 and it still has the magic to move me today at 58.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by and share these memories with me.