tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349443954005366744.post8670765271304068456..comments2024-02-07T03:33:59.712-05:00Comments on Letters for George: Best of FriendsDavid L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592799378836125993noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349443954005366744.post-267824356112553912017-06-14T22:59:00.242-04:002017-06-14T22:59:00.242-04:00As the daughter of Mike and Jean O'Hara , one ...As the daughter of Mike and Jean O'Hara , one of the couples in that amazing group of friends, I am grateful for Mary McKenny's comment. In retrospect we were privileged although at the time it just felt like being part of a remarkable group of friends and family. I agree with Dave that in my subsequent 75 plus years I have never again experienced anything quite like it. I cannot read or see these reminisces without tears in my eyes. Dave: the other two Sargent boys were Bob and Jim. John, "Sarge" was the youngest. I believe that they are all deceased.<br /> Terry Onoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349443954005366744.post-71711462599723804892017-06-13T15:48:48.882-04:002017-06-13T15:48:48.882-04:00What different lives your family and mine lived in...What different lives your family and mine lived in this "small town." My parents' friends were mostly disabled and/or members of our church... no professionals or world travelers. Before my father got multiple sclerosis, we lived on the corner of North Shore Drive and the road that leads to Northwood Cove. How I envied the strangers who lived in those houses. Later, we moved north of 38th Ave. into a small house my uncle built for us. In high school I felt the sting of exclusion for being poor. I have to admit that some of the girls were nice to me, including your sister Vicky, but I was still an outsider. I have had a successful life, no complaints, except for remembering the invisible barriers in our small but divided town. It's weird now, as an adult, to be Facebook friends with a classmate who was the son of the superintendent of schools. All differences are irrelevant now, I suppose. Reading your blog posts is often bittersweet, but I do appreciate your honesty and your outlook.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com