Wednesday, May 23, 2007

This Blog's For You

My friend Songbird has a wonderful blog, Set Free, which I read daily, share with my partner, show to friends, and generally revel in. I have known Songbird as long as I can remember, and despite periods of living in different cities and being out of touch, we have always had a deep bond of faith and friendship. And now, because of her, I have a blog!

When we were little girls our fathers were law partners: hers older and famous, mine younger and just starting out. Because Songbird's father was famous, she got to meet other famous people. When Songbird met Nixon, I neither knew nor cared, but Captain Kangaroo was another matter, and I got a little rush of awe every time I passed the photo of Songbird and the Captain standing together. (Both of us met Pat Robertson and Tammy Faye Bakker, but that's a story for another day.)

The Songbird of long ago lives on in the older and wiser Songbird of today. Then, as now, there were books, music and church. Songbird could read by the time we were in kindergarten and skipped a grade in elementary school. She could memorize anything, and amazed us all by reciting the entire fall television line-up. (Once, when my father misplaced the paper, he had me call her on the phone to find out when a certain program came on.) In middle school, she wrote a novel set in the Napoleonic era, featuring fainting couches and broken hearts.

Always, there was church. Songbird's Baptist church and my Episcopal church occupied a huge space in each of our lives, and between us, we may have created the first, last and only Southern Baptist/Episcopal youth group partnership. And there was music -- I played the guitar (badly) and Songbird sang (beautifully) at church and in school.

Not long ago, Songbird's blog played matchmaker, and we were re-united. I am grateful beyond all reason to be back in Songbird's circle. She remains the same sensitive, insightful, and minutely observant person I've always known. More than that, she knows the trajectory of my life, which has had its share of ups and downs, and accepts me as I am. It feels like a blessing. Thank you, Songbird!

P.S. Here's Songbird when we were just a little older than her daughter, the Princess.

(Note that even in early adolescence her skin is p-e-r-f-e-c-t. I am still jealous.)

9 comments:

Songbird said...

Oh, gosh. I'm crying.
Your guitar playing was fine. I thought you were the best person ever, in all kinds of ways.
(And my skin may have been perfect, but I could certainly have used a shampoo...)

Cathy said...

:) nice picture of Songbird in her youth

Mary Beth said...

This is wonderful! Hooray for reunions! and blogging!
A fan o'Songbird

and now o'Ruby

Jayne said...

Awwww...what a sweet tribute! From a fellow Whiskeypalian, welcome to blogland Ruby! Will be adding you to my daily reads.

mompriest said...

Yes. What a joy to be reunited with friends who know us well. I so appreciate mine (and I like to think that Songbird is friend even though we've never met beyond our blogs). Glad to have been pointed to yours, I look forward to reading and coming to know you.

And hummus, yum! I like it with roasted red peppers blended in...

Ruby said...

Hi all, Hooray for reunions is right. I look forward to knowing all of you! Thanks so much for letting me know you stopped by.
Songbird, you're wonderful.

Sue said...

What a lovely tribute to Songbird and to lasting friendships. Thanks!

Marie said...

Oh my! Love the picture, and your writing. Welcome to the blogosphere.

Kathryn said...

Oh, thank you Ruby for sharing those memories of a friend I wish I'd known then, but rejoice in now. And what a lovely picture.
So glad you came visiting my place...:-)