Several of my long-time gal pals and I get together for a reunion, usually once a year. It started a long time ago when our kids were young. We needed a break from them so our husbands would agree to take care of the kids for a weekend so that we could all get away and relax, eat too much, shop, and stay up talking until the wee hours of the morning. If I recall, our first getaway weekend was around 1972.
Things changed over the years. Divorces happened. Sometimes months would go by before we got together, but we all still clung together for emotional support as good friends do. One time (after three of us were divorced), we wound up living in a cul-de-sac where there were two bedroom houses for rent. (We called it Divorce Court). Ha! But the rent was affordable and that was good, because the child support wasn’t consistent and we didn’t make much money on our jobs; and then there was child care to pay. So many times we would pool what was in our pantries and all eat together just to make it to the next payday. Those were the days … the days of growing, learning and leaning on each other. I am one lucky woman to have the kind of friends that I do.
Years later, our good friend who lives in northern CA decided to dub us the Happy Trails Friends. At the end of our reunions, we always sing Roy Rogers and Dale Evans’ song, “Happy Trails To You Until We Meet Again.” I’ll be meeting up with my Happy Trails friends in November for four days and can’t wait. We always find some fun to have.
I happened to see that the Roy Rogers show was on a cable station and decided to stop the screen and snap a picture of him and Dale. So here they are with a slight “old” effect.
In case you’re curious, there’s more to see about this at our Happy Trails blog.