Tribute to my cousin, Lisa

Lisa in 2nd grade

Oh, the stories I could tell! Lisa and I grew up very close. As they say – joined at the hip. Her birthday is today so memories of us have been flooding my brain lately. Wonderful memories. Some even scary, like watching “The Exorcist” alone together one day at her house while everyone else was at work. Terrifying! But Joey Wilson, a friend of her dad’s busted us. I think we were both a little glad he showed up.

1982 softball

Lisa knows me better than anyone else on the planet and I thank the wise Father above for hand-picking her for me. I needed her more than she could ever know. We went to the same church and the same school all our lives but after being in the same classroom, together with Len Brosky, in Rogina Baker’s first grade class, we were never put in the same classes again. But they couldn’t separate us in church! Heeeheeehee! And, boy, did we make up for it!

Hanging out at Honey’s drugstore.

We had a very full childhood together, from hanging out at her mom’s job at Queen’s Tree Surgery where we climbed into an old abandoned boat and stirred up a wasp nest (I jumped off and ran for help.), playing in the kiddie pool at my house or swinging on the tire swing hanging from the ancient oak in the front yard, to many Florida trips with her family. One time our uncle took us to Honda Hills to go three-wheeling but Lisa wrecked soon after arrival, losing half-a-toe and having to be rushed to the hospital.

Ouch! What a sunburn!

Memories of family reunions at the farm in Franklin. Driving the golf cart at our grandparents’ house on Tyne. Family get-togethers at all the traditional holidays. Fernvale. The drug store. The Bud Crew. Shouting Phil Collins’ songs in your convertible while we cruised Green Hills. May I never forget all those great times!

Driving the fastest I’d ever driven (120mph) in Lisa’s (tiny) Mazda Rx7 from Nashville to Alabama to get Brent Julien back to his military post before his roll-call, whilst eating a McDonald’s cheeseburger at one point. Lisa scrunched in the middle. (No back seat.)

Us with Brent Julian

“…But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.”

Proverbs 18:24b

The two of us decided to take a quick weekend trip to Florida once but we were dirt poor so we had planned on sleeping in her (tiny) Mazda Rx7. We got down there and it was raining. We tried sleeping but we couldn’t crack the windows for air so the windows were fogging up terribly and it felt like we were suffocating so we decided to check into the cheapest motel we could find. Yick! It was the most old, roachy, disgusting motel I’ve ever seen to this day. We were on the ground floor but there were no locks on the window. Thankfully we had taken a sleeping bag with us so we didn’t have to touch the bed! That lesson taught us to always have money for at least a decent motel. But we went on spur-of-the-moment Florida trips quite often.

All that to say, I am so glad, no, thankful, that you were such a huge part of my life, my sweet cousin. You helped shape the person that I am today. Here’s to Lisa, who kept this introvert sane, made life memorable and sweet and was the closest friend I’ve ever had.

Lisa in the green shorts swinging my brother, Houston.

And as Honey would say: 🎵 HBTY, HBTY, HB to Lisa, HBTY! 🎵🎂🎈🍰 I love you!

1987 at the lake house

Lisa navigating, Houston in the middle and moí driving.

Published by Holly Hickey הדסה היקי

It's not about me, it's about my Father, His holy, unchanging Word, Yeshua made flesh! No ear tickling here. (And maybe a couple of posted recipes that I've been unable to find online elsewhere. 😉)

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