Gold Friends



Make new friends, but keep the old.
One is silver, the other is gold.
A circle is round, it has no end.

That's how long, I will be your friend.

I grew up with the best friends in the world. We lived in Highland, Utah when it was a small farming community (unlike the thriving metropolis Highland is today). We went to school in American Fork and rode the bus to school each day--miles on the road bonds friendships. We learning to cross stitch, knit, and crochet together in Primary.

We loved to go to Girls camp together. One year (and I'm not sure who can up with this crazy idea) we decided to cut my hair--what a fiasco!

I loved the party's we had. One day we were partying at Layna's house and her mother taught us how to make "parched corn." After harvest, they husked and dried the corn on the cob. We took the corn cobs and popped the kernels off and fried them in an open pan. The parched corn tastes like Corn Nuts! Yum!

The night we graduated from high school we had a graduation party sleepover on Joy's back lawn. We giggled all night.

For our 60th birthdays, we met for lunch to reconnect and reminisce on August 11, 2014. We met at The Brick Oven in Provo--it was like we had never been apart. Left to right: Me, Cathleen Buhler Hegerhorst, Layna Guymon Parker, Christine White, Ilene Adams Washburn, Vonda Goodwin Proctor, and Joy Day Ruff. Debbie Nielson missed our reunion lunch because her mother passed away the night before. It was nice to see her at her mother's viewing. We also missed seeing Patricia Allred, who had recently moved to Las Vegas.

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