Thursday, July 28, 2011
It seems I’ve known Pearl and Lou all my life. I remember Pearl as Roz’s wonderful aunt, and then I became life-long (I hope!) friends with Mary Beth through Roz. And best of all, Pearl and Lou became my parents’ next-door neighbors when they moved to Pitman Mews. Lou and my Dad would sit outside and talk for hours, reminiscing about the war and sharing laughs together. Mom and Pearl would join them, and I was so happy to see what great friends they were.
I’m also grateful to Pearl for answering my occasional late-night phone calls when I couldn’t reach Mom and was convinced something terrible had happened. Pearl would knock on Mom’s door…only to find she’d left the phone off the hook!
I can’t help but feel sad when I think that now the Pitman Mews “gang” aren’t here anymore … it’s hard to accept that time just rolls on, whether we want it to or not. But thank goodness for the warm memories I’ll always have of Pearl, Lou, my parents (Tip and Ginny Pierce), Ethel Tweed, my aunt Frances Pierce, and the others of their wonderful generation who taught us Baby Boomers how to live. We’ll never see their like again, and I will always think of them with big, BIG love.
