The Blog of dreamdancer

I had this friend back in 1973, Downingtown, Pennsylvania. We were young mothers, first children (you know the experimentals). Peggy was tiny, 5 foot nothin, thin; I was tall 5 foot 9 inches, skinny as a rail, we looked like Mutt and Jeff together. She had this crazy main liner accent and me with my clipped precise speech.. we had not one thing in common except we were young mothers. We did such silly things, had such laughs, good times. We were so very young and life was so very good.

She had this huge mirror she wanted hung. John was always too busy. He worked very long hours, very hard. Peggy and I were part of the "I am Woman" crowd. So with a glass of Chablis in us I convinced her I was a stud finder. You read it right, a stud finder. You know when you knock on the wall and listen, see if you hear a hollow sound our not. Well I knocked and listened, knocked and listened again and convinced I had found the stud, I drove a nail in. No stud. I did it again and again and again. Ha! a stud. If memory serves we used 10 penny nails. Peggy is looking at me, " M. I could have friggen done as well. What were you thinking." There was a veritable parade of nails on the wall, at least one was in a stud...so we hung the mirror. I advised Peggy not tell John. We laughed until our sides ached and had another glass of Chablis.

There were these I guess they would be called infomercials today on TV. There was this product with which you could repair carpets, cigarette burns and such. Well Peggy had a cigarette burn. The idea was to carefully clip the burn out. Take small bits and pieces from other parts of the carpet where it would not be missed, mix the bits with this white powder, place several pieces of parchment on the floor and apply a hot iron that had been on the cotton setting....now that is a HOT iron. Peggy she did it and then...came running across the hall to get me...she had left it too long... now she had a burn on the carpet in the shape of an iron. No wine this time...just early morning. We rearranged the furniture in her apartment that day, and she did not tell John.

Well, I had to move away. Rob had gone ahead. I needed to pack, get the movers in. Peggy took care of Robbie that day. We were so sad to be moving away, and to Saginaw, Michigan. I went to dinner that night with Peggy and John, little Heather and my Robbie...before leaving for the airport, I went in to bathroom to freshen up. My hair needed combing, face needed washing...I used the cloth on the sink only to discover that it had been used on Heathers bottom and now I was wearing very fragrant face paint. I shrieked, Peggy came bursting in.. God we laughed, laughed and laughed until we cried.

Peggy are you out there somewhere. If you recognize this, give me a hale and holler...I've got the Chablis and an electronic stud finder.