Saturday, November 16, 2019
Steve and I were cousins. We spent hours playing in the basement of my house while our parents were upstairs playing pinochle. Our favorite was playing Peter Pan. Uncle Herold had helped my dad build a fake brick fireplace and a bar that were used as safe places from the crocodiles. As we grew, it was music with the limbo and twist contests.
I remember when I was about 6 being heartbroken when mom told me I could not marry my cousin when I grew up. Summers were hiding from car lights and catching fireflies. Steve always came up with the best things to do. I thought Steve hung the stars and the moon.
One time, while visiting "Grandma with the Bird" aka Little Grandma, Steve and I headed out to find the swings along with Rick and Natalie. We got lost in Herman Gardens. Neither of us knew the Nienhaus phone numbers or address. Some kind lady took us in and called the police. We were about to get in the police car when our dads saw us. As the oldest of each family, oh did the both of us get in trouble once we were found. The time was short as we drifted into different adventures in high school. But the memories of time spent together at celebrations, in the summer in the above-ground pools, and just being kids are some of the best treasures of my life. I am grateful for Rick, Natalie, Sandy, and Steve. Much love, Peggy
