Reunion with AMY …
In the late ‘60’s my husband and I and our three children were living in Dutchess County, NY. We had a small real estate agency and it was through an ad in the NY Times that we had the privilege to meet Amy and her husband Herbert.
Over the years, as we got to know them better, we learned that they had met in a concentration camp during WW II. They were a fascinating couple and we became close friends. My husband came to think of Herbert as his surrogate father.
Now it is over 40 years later and Herbert and my husband have both passed on. Amy is almost 90 but she still remains as bright and vigorous as ever. She speaks many languages, reads better in French than in English and often travels to Holland and Israel.
My daughter, who still lives in the area with her husband, has kept our friendship with Amy on-going. Just last month our oldest son also rekindled the relationship when he helped to remodel her deck.
Amy has an apartment in NY City where she spends most of her weekdays but her country home is her true love. (You can see the lovely view that she has.) Two Sundays ago, while visiting with my children up there, I surprised her with a phone call and a short visit. Both of us were thrilled to get caught up over a cup of coffee and some cookies.
I did notice, however, that there were two very lovely wine glasses on the table and Amy said she wanted to open a special bottle of champagne to toast to our long friendship. I really felt bad when I had to say, “Amy, it’s been over 20 years since I’ve had anything alcoholic and I don’t want to jeopardize that.” To say that she was surprised is an understatement but she took it well and we clinked our coffee cups instead !
I treasure the times that we have together and wouldn’t be surprised if she’s still around when I near 90!