A Gang Remembered

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They called us a Gang. Jokingly, endearingly, simply because we were always together. Five girls. How we came together, stayed together is something from the Twilight Zone. Rod Serling surely couldn’t crack the code.

We journeyed through High School on winds and waves of girl driven emotions. A thread held commonness between two but not the others, a paper clip attached another two. Threads and paper clips cast aside, we wound the remnants together and linked ourselves together. We thought our chain was steadfast and secure.

If you happened upon one you soon found four more, around a corner, in the next seat, or in one of the other’s car. The din of our laughter from ribbing, razzing and roaring was the spice we sprinkled liberally over ourselves and anyone else who joined us.

Our haven was the “Main Drag” – Big Don’s Drive-In to the “7/11″ ; loop it around and start all over again. We were in our element. There was heedless driving, braying car horns, fervent shouts at friends, enemies and occasionally an unsuspecting passerby who strayed across our path.

Wolf Auto parking lot was the favored hang out, where heaping gobs of teenagers from 13 to wanna be teens conglomerated. We created memories from our diversions and amusements.

Radio dials precisely twisted, tuning in KOMA because the local station only played Rock on Sunday. We knew the words to songs like they were our own and sang them with fierce emotions loud enough for the rest of the drag to hear.

CB radios linked us with the rest of the world. Hollerin’ out to one or the other for her “20″ and 10-4’ing another confirming something profound or mundane. We coordinated rendezvous’ and pick ups and reconnected the gang for a run on the town with the click and static of the 70’s version of a celllphone.

Weekends were mined for minutes and seconds to chip away the curfew hole as big as possible. Often there was danger because we punch the hole too big and the crevasse of the parents brow would deepen as they waited and worried.

We believed our Gang immortal, unaware our chain was flawed, for time was kryptonite eroding it after our mortar boards flew. Now time has become the cure as links are replaced by hands and a new gang rises from the ashes of the old.

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An ode to my old gang and the memories, love and fun we shared. A blog prompt given to we who write by Write On Edge with the memoir side of the site RemembeRED. I’m not sure I followed the prompt as well as I should have, but this is how our story came out. Here’s how the prompt went:

This week, we’d like you to explore friendship. You can talk about a current friendship or one from your past, a friend you met over kindergarten snacks or happy hour at your first job. Examine your emotional interest in the friendship and the role it plays, or played, in your life.

The word limit for this prompt is 400 words. While that may not seem like many words to devote to a friend you’ve known for thirty years, try to provide us with a snapshot that encompasses your feelings about the friendship.

Write on Edge: RemembeRED

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15 comments on “A Gang Remembered

  1. How fun! Isn’t remembering great?

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    • debseeman says:

      I was a lot of fun trying to put it into words that weren’t just words. Takin’ a trip down memory lane. I think I’m getting old…LOL!

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  2. Gina says:

    The things we used to get away with as we just hung out. Times before cell phones, our kids can’t believe it! Over from WOE.

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    • debseeman says:

      Thanks for stopping by! My 9 Year old looks at me like I need to be committed when I tell her about what passed as cutting edge technology back in the day. What amazes me is what I’m NOT willing to let other teens get away with these days. I’m very judgmental. Apparently I’m a hypocrite. 😀

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  3. ~Julia says:

    You have such a way with words. I love, love your descriptions. Very good piece- I was picturing the movie Now and Then.

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    • debseeman says:

      I’ve never seen that movie! May have to see if I can find it on Netflix. Thanks for your nice words. I appreciate it, and thanks for stopping by.

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  4. Alicia says:

    you did it again with words…how beautiful !!!

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  5. Billie says:

    Oh what wonderful memories! As I read this the tears began to flow….I loved each of you so very much and that has not and never will change. Some of the best moments of my life were spent with “the gang.” No we weren’t perfect and we had our disagreements but in the end the only thing that mattered was our friendship. Nothing could come between us. Thank you for writing this and thank you for being such a huge part of my growing up and thank you for always being my friend. I love you

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  6. Brett Minor says:

    I had one of those groups as well. There was eight of us. We called ourselves “The Crew.” I don’t remember why. We were inseparable through high school and about 3 years after. We have since all started families and moved on, but I miss those days.

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  7. This is beautifully written, I was taken to that place and that friendship. You had something very special. 🙂

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    • debseeman says:

      We really did and I wish I had known in the moment to hold onto it a little tighter. I let myself drift away from those great friends and only since I started FB’ing did I reconnect with them all. Now my goal is to get a “gang related” weekend together so we can all go and get silly together again.

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  8. May says:

    We must have grown up in parallel universes! Dragging main, CB radios and even KOMA on the radio….amazing!

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