Friday, July 6, 2018

The Aftermath 1969

I went to Europe with one large suitcase.  A very large suitcase.  Unpacking at home was mostly film rolls and souvenirs.  There was the painting I bought in Paris carefully carried all over Europe, all the small gifts I purchased and lots of rolls of slides - over 400 exposures.  The decision to use slide film was economics.  It was much cheaper to develop.  I never considered that the slides would fade away over the years.

My mother and Shar's mother got to be friends while we were gone.  When the men landed on the moon on July 20, 1969, we were all at Shar's house celebrating my mother's birthday and watching TV.  Once the slides were developed we had slide showing parties for our friends and family.  In August, Shar and I would visit her family in southern Ohio for a big family reunion.  And then it was over.

We were both working at the same hospital, though in different laboratories, and on the Monday when I returned to work a co-worker asked how my weekend was.  I said it was great and that I had spent it with Shar's family in Ohio.  Within a few hours Shar was in my face yelling at me about how could I tell someone about her family.  WTF?

I asked her what she was talking about and she said she knew that I had told about the weekend to the co-worker and I had no business doing so.   Well, I had no idea I could not tell someone where I spent my weekend, so I went around to ask what was said.  The co-worker said that he just said he heard that we had a great time.  He said he would go and tell her that was all I said.

Well, have you ever known someone who could not admit they made a mistake?  That was Shar.  She made up her mind that I must have disclosed some awful family secret.  We never spoke again.

Shar eventually went to London to bring George to the US.  They got married (I of course was not invited).  Once she got pregnant she left working at the hospital and I totally lost track of her.

I never really thought much about her until one day in 2014 I was online looking for a book for Charlie on Amazon.  I was reading reviews and there was the book reviewed by Shar.  Her last name was Greek and very distinctive, so I figured there was only one.  I googled her and saw that she lived in the area still.  What did turn out to be odd, was that when I considered doing this series, I googled her again only to discover that she had died in 2014, likely not long after my first google.

In that same August, I met the man I would eventually marry, have three children with and then divorce.  I left work at the hospital in 1977 shortly before it became part of the Detroit Medical Center and the City gave up control.  In 1986 I returned to school to get my MBA and in 1988 was appointed to my job in West Bloomfield.

And that Dodge Charger I bought in 1969?  My husband convinced me to sell it sometime around 1978 and get a station wagon.  Oh how I wish I had stored it someplace.  Mine was blue, but....
Dodge Charger R-T (Gibeau Orange Julep)
What a car.....

11 comments:

  1. That sure was a strange reaction from Shar! I can't imagine trashing a good friendship over something so trivial. Shame about the car, too.

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    1. My ex sold his 1967 Ford Mustang fastback to the kid down the street. Another car we should have stored. It was a shame about the friendship. C'est la vie.

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    2. A Charger AND a Mustang? Damn! I had a good friend turn on me a couple of years ago and still don't know why, either. Tried to reach out and heal the rift, but nothing doing! Yes; c'est la vie, c'est dommage.

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    3. The cars we had when we got married.

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  2. Oh that is so sad. So many memories made of the trip and then she flipped for some strange reason. Wonder if she ever regretted how she acted but let pride stand in the way of making amends.

    betty

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    1. We were sorority sisters for five years and had worked together for one. And if I had said anything about that weekend, it would have amounted to just silly family party stuff. I often wondered what she thought I said.

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  3. Good grief. Her reaction to that was totally over the top. What a shame it turned out that way.

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  4. A very peculiar way to end a friendship. Something similar happened with my wife and her brother.

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    1. My mother and her sister were not speaking at the time of my mother's death. So much petty family stuff.

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  5. Hi Denise. Just checking in. Haven’t heard from you in a while.

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