they felt like mine,
i felt like i was theirs.
that was how it happened.
lucy and george were very inclusive of me,
and i was so blessed
they welcomed me into their fold.
church let out each sunday at 11:30. so as not to have to wait for a table, many of our fellow methodists hurried out of church in order to get to the local restaurants- before the baptist churches dismissed their congregations at noon.
my mosses were NEVER in a hurry.
on the contrary, in those days, the mosses remained standing in "their" back pew. as the congregation filed out of the sanctuary the two offered kind words, warm embraces, firm handshakes, etc... to their fellow parishioners. after everyone made their way out of the sanctuary, mr. and mrs. moss joined suit.
the moss' home had a distinct flavor of the 50's glamor...
sundays at the mosses consisted of soda, mixed drinks, and/or wine... chips, nuts, and/or popcorn (dodads). mr. moss always drank a "toddy" (bourbon and coke) and a half.
mrs. moss' sister, nellie, and mr. moss' sister, buzz, always joined in the sunday ritual. i loved them ALL. they were so kind to me and treated me like part of their family too. we seemed to share a kindred spirit.
after "dodads" and "toddies", we slowly made our way to our lunch destination (usually ralph's but occasionally gene's, jerry's, hunan's, or the ramada inn). we shared stories of current happenings as well as those of days-gone-by while we dined and enjoyed the company.
oh, how i long for my mosses!
(to be continued...)
love and God's blessings,
ps you will find earlier entries in ascending order on my side bar entitled, "our love story".