The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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Life was simpler back then compared to now. Riding one's bike was common and everything was in walking distance. My Mom-Mom reflected on her Saturday mornings with her best friend, Lainey, fondly as a little girl. Lainey and her are still best friends to this day. Now, they live right down the street in the same 55+ community. My Mom-Mom couldn't stress enough how excited she was for the weekend as a little girl.

            Twelve-year-old Enid always looked forward to the weekend; hence why she couldn’t contain her excitement as she pressed her little face against the window taking in the clear blue sky. She could see Lainey’s house from across the street. Lainey was her best friend in the whole wide world. She looked over to see her older sister, Marsha, still sound asleep in her twin bed. Enid snuck out of the covers and quietly tiptoed across the creaky hardwood floor until she was out of the bedroom. Her little feet carried her down the stairs, with her red curls bouncing in a tangled mess, to the corded phone in the kitchen. On her tiptoes, she turned the dial making sure she spun every number correctly. Ring...ring...ring...

            “Hello?” a small voice answered.

            “Lainey! Want to see a movie today at the Esquire? I heard The Curse of Frankenstein was pretty good!” Enid paced back and forth whilst twirling the phone's long cord.

           “Uhhhh, I don’t know. I don’t think my mom will let me. How about we walk down to Stanton Avenue? Maybe even to Ganske’s Deli?” 

             “Sounds good to me! Meet me outside in fifteen.” She hung up the phone and charged back up the stairs. She was so excited to go outside and spend the day with Lainey that she brushed her teeth twice as fast and wasn’t too picky with what to wear. She grabbed the first thing she saw and threw it on but made sure nothing was on backwards. And she did it all while humming softly to herself so as not to wake her sister. 

            She ran over to her bed and pulled the shoe box where she kept her allowance money out from under her bed. She carefully counted out two dollars in her tiny palms before tucking them into her coin pouch and then into her flower purse. 

            “Marsha,” she whispered over to her sister, “I’m hanging out with Lainey.” Marsha mumbled in her sleep as a response. Enid took that as her cue to leave and did so quietly. She was thinking about all the bouncy balls she could by with her two dollars and all the movies she could see as she made her way downstairs. Or maybe she would buy some chocolate cake at the local bakery...

            She closed the front door behind her and made sure to lock it with the spare key hidden inside the potted plant. From across the street she could see Lainey picking up her bicycle and walking it down the driveway. Enid was quick to do the same and crossed the street before Lainey got to the end of her driveway. 

            “Well?” Lainey asked. Enid hopped onto her bicycle.

            “Last one to Ganske’s is a rotten egg!” she shouted over her shoulder as she pedaled away.

            “Hey!” Lainey shouted. She swung her leg over her bicycle and began to pedal as fast as she could to catch up. Enid giggled in delight as she pedaled down the sidewalk with Lainey hot on her tail. 

Waking Up in the 50s

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1958
Philadelphia, PA

Life was simpler back then compared to now. Riding one's bike was common and everything was in walking distance. My Mom-Mom reflected on her Saturday mornings with her best friend, Lainey, fondly as a little girl. Lainey and her are still best friends to this day. Now, they live right down the street in the same 55+ community. My Mom-Mom couldn't stress enough how excited she was for the weekend as a little girl.

Decade: 1950s
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Recorded by Victoria Leese on December 6, 2019
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