Old Friends

Old friends... memories of grade school... memories of high school.... Why are we so attached to old things?

My friend Nancy married a man from Pennsylvania, so when she came back for a visit, we collected the girls from our class in grade school-- except for globe-trotting Marilyn, of course-- and had lunch at my mom's house. The husbands came, too, and some of the babies.

We knotted Marilyn's wedding quilt, which I made before we both got married last summer.

Mom made cornbread and soup for lunch.

And thanks to Sheldon's suggestion, I named my blog Cornbread & Friends.