I don't really have a home town. I will say Elko, Nevada, sometimes Tonopah, Nevada. I loved Elko, and was sometimes happy in Tonopah.
But we moved constantly due to my parent's alcoholic, low life ways (think run out of town on a rail), so there is no place where I "grew up."
Ely, Nevada, though, figures prominently in my life. I believe there is a sort of fate involved in all our lives, in the people we meet and the places we go, the things we do.
I was born in Ely, my parents were living on a ranch about 150 miles south of there. I never lived there, never even visited there until October 1970, when I married my first husband. I met him in Elko, fell in love, and we got drunk and were married in his mother's front room, by a kindly old Episcopal priest, with his nieces and nephews running in and out playing tag.
I gave birth to my two oldest children there, lived there until the death of my husband and son in August 1973. I immediately moved away.
Nine years later, I met another man from Ely, this time in Cedar City. We've been married for going on 25 years now.
Two of my husbands (there were three, but number 2 really doesn't count) were born in the same hospital as I was, delivered by the same doctor, in the same small Nevada town. Both men were born and raised there and graduated from the same high school. I moved all over the country and ran into them in separate towns.
That strikes me as strange.
Another coincidental relationship in my life is that of my first best friend. Jennabelle. I am the only person to still call her that, her mom used to, but she passed away. We were best friends in grade school, I wrote to her as we moved. We always kept in touch. When I was a young widow, I went to visit her. We had the exact same towels!
These weren't ordinary towels, either, they were patterned. Not a huge deal, but it was striking to me.
Many years later, she moved to Seattle and went to nursing school, made a life. And my son went to a submarine base outside of Seattle, where he died. Jennabelle and I had never lost touch, but it was almost eerie that she was right there. I leaned on her as I traveled back and forth, navigating the mysteries and heartache of that time of my life.
We're still in touch, not best friends, but we keep in touch. Who knows what life has in store for us?
My Friday quiz questions are:
Where were you born?
Did you grow up there?
What are your memories of that place?
Who was your first best friend?
Are you still friends?
This weekend I'm going to slog over and get my mother for the day on Mother's Day--I asked my family to leave me alone for the day. Maybe I won't go get Mom, maybe I'll have my kids go visit her as their gift to me. Hmmmm.......sounds tempting. I will forego the cheesy talks and dying pansies in aluminum foil and watch Brokeback Mountain while Bill goes to church.