1963 - Germantown back yard. - My best friend, Charlotte, on the right. We're both wearing "pin curls".

We missed each other during the summers when I worked in Wildwood. One of the nicest things Aunt Gretel and Uncle Harry ever did for me was allowing Charlotte to come down to visit for a week one year.

We were best friends through elementary and Junior High. We went to different high schools and didn't spend as much time together. I did a couple of dumb things and her mother berated me one day and told me I hurt Charlotte very much at or after high school. I felt so terrible about that, that I was convinced that Charlotte didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Our family moved and I totally lost touch. The sad part is that I never apologized. I think of her from time to time with regret and wistful melancholy. I hope she's having a wonderful life that's filled with supportive friends!