Monday, September 27, 2010
Meeting Audrey Keyes in 2005
Photographs, not in any order, of meeting my first friend, Audrey Keyes, after not seeing her since 1963. We met at St. Viateur Restaurant on Monkland Avenue in the summer of 2005; we revisited our old homes, in the same fourplex, on Oxford Avenue (not far from Monkland Avenue and the buildings owned by John Hoolahan, and written about by me in the Hoolahan's Flats poems in Girouard Avenue...) we're sitting on the front steps of the building, we're in the lane on the back stairs, and there are a few places inside the back stairwell where we had carved our initials in the wood back in the late 50s, early 60s. There's Veeto with her dear mother, Mrs. Keyes. Veeto, who used to be Audrey Keyes... what a joy meeting her again after all of these years. Coincidentaly, Veeto was born on the same day as Artie Gold, and knew Artie's good friend Mary Brown, and possibly her daughter Candy, a few years before Artie knew them... how our lives intersect, meet, and meet again sometime off in the future.
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what amazed me on seeing these again, was how short the wall on the "hot water place" seems. I remember climbing that wall and it seemed so high....
those back stairs, in our day they had no banisters, were so much a part of our lives, or mine at least...the back lane.
you had your little garden, I bounced a ball endlessly against the cement between the garage doors... very good days.
and Mum...I miss her still...I am so glad we caught up with each other in time for her to see you again...you had a special place in her very large and embracing heart
she was so glad to see you again.
yes, I knew candy . I met her at the same summer camp at which her mother worked. I met them first in 1960...imagine..I knew mary as MRS Brown..she was my hero..she taught me that I could do anything...
stories of her time as a mail pilot in the yukon, putting candy as an infant in the engine cavity to keep her warm onat least one occasion...the inuit named her candy ( from candice) and that is how I knew her as a child.
I feel I must have met artie...our circles are so close, but maybe not...
but you, stephen, were my Dill, and montreal, my macon county...in the memories of childhood..there is always you xoxoxox
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