Connection
2024
She was lithe and youthful, but had to be in her 90’s. I heard her laugh which caught my attention, reminding me of my mother's laughter filling a room, warming everyone with her presence.
This lady was the essence of confidence and grace. Imagine my surprise when approaching me she me asked, “Aren’t you Ginger?”
Surprised, all I could do was nod my head ‘yes.’
“I thought so. You look just like your mother, Irene,” she said.
“Who are you?” I asked, trying to hide any of the feelings of loss washing over me. My mother passed 27 years ago.
“My name is Marge. I rode with you mother when she danced with horses. I ‘m the one who introduced your mother and father.”
1953
Marge looked across the riding arena and waved a hand at the young man readying himself for the bull riding competition.
“You're going to marry Noel,” she said to her best friend in her matter-of-fact manner.
Irene shook her head in disgust and snorted, “Not him! He's too stuck on himself.”
“We'll see,” said Marge under her breath.