The Other Grandmother

Just before I was two years old, my family moved to a house on a one-block-long street that was very kid friendly. Next door was another family who had three children and the youngest was my age. A-N-D her name was Peggy, also. In order to avoid confusion, the two families, in good old Southern fashion, decided to use both of our given names. She was Peggy Sue and I was Peggy Wade.

Neither of us liked the use of the full names but we were able to change them when we started to school. I remember being very adamant and insisted that I be called by my first name only.

Peggy (Sue) and I became best friends and playmates, but she moved several blocks away when we were ten and was zoned to a different school. We saw each other occasionally, especially when we went to the same high school. We lost touch for a while after we married, but we renewed our acquaintance when our children were in the same private school. Also, we were both big into tennis and we saw each other frequently in that arena.

Why have I digressed to tell this story when I’ve been writing about Jim? Because Jim became very good friends with Laurie, Peggy’s youngest daughter. Eventually, they married and are now living happily in Franklin.

I am very pleased to share my grandchildren with their other grandmother, my first friend.