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Suzy and Bette, age 3

When I was little — practically from birth — I had a best friend named Bette. Her parents were good friends with my parents, and she had two older sisters whose ages roughly corresponded to the ages of my older sisters. Our two families rented houses next door to each other at Lake Hopatcong every summer. There are more pictures of her in my baby book than there are of anyone else besides me. The perfect story would be that we are still best friends, six decades later. But alas, no. We didn’t go to the same school, and didn’t even live in the same town, so it became less and less convenient, especially when both families stopped summering at the lake. We did go to camp together at Interlochen the summer we were eleven, and then after that we drifted apart. Now we are facebook friends but nothing more.

Remembering the various “best friends” I had after Bette made me wonder about what friendship means. So much of my life is written in song lyrics that naturally I started thinking about the many “friend” songs that I know. (And there are a lot of them!) Carole King probably said it best:

When you’re down and troubled
And you need some lovin’ care
And nothing, nothing is going right
. . .
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I’ll come running.

Who do I know that I have always been able to depend on like that? Who would literally come running, or hop on a plane, if I needed them? My two sisters are the only people I can think of who fit this description. And they actually have done it for me, and I for them. If that’s what friendship means, they are my best friends.

I don’t tell them everything though. They grew up at a different time, and have views that are different from mine in a lot of ways. For that I need someone else, and luckily I do have one friend whom I can talk to about absolutely anything, and I know she will never disapprove or judge. We lived together after college in a house on Cambridge Street, at a time when we were both pretty wild. We know a lot of stories about each other, but of course we would never tell. Even now, forty-plus years later, we still confide in each other about all kinds of things. We each know that the other will be okay with anything we say. We live in different parts of the country, but we still manage to see each other every couple of years. And of course there are lots of phone calls, emails, texts, and facebook messages to keep us connected in between.

Most of my closest friends are women, but I have one really dear male friend who I met my freshman year of college. I dated a roommate of his, and he dated a future roommate of mine, and we became close complaining to each other about the problems in our relationships, then and later. Over the years we have seen each other through many joys and sorrows. He even crashed one of my college reunions, driving from New York up to Cambridge on the spur of the moment. There is a song in the show I’m Getting My Act Together and Taking it On the Road (which ran off-Broadway from 1978-81, and had my cousin, a semi-famous actress, in the cast) called “Old Friend,” which always made me think of this particular friend, especially this stanza at the end of the song, after the main character sings to her old friend about how she leans on him every time another relationship of hers falls apart.

We’ll meet the year we’re sixty-two
And travel the world as old friends do
And tell each other what we’ve been through.

In the 1980s I was sure that this part of the song would actually come true. Now we are both past sixty-two (how shocking!) and it hasn’t happened yet, but we are still good friends and still talk about things we’ve been through. So maybe the song didn’t quite get it right, and we’ll travel the world the year we’re seventy-two. Or eighty-two.

In addition, I am lucky enough to have several other friends who are important in my life in one way or another. Mostly from college, a couple from law school. None of them lives nearby, so we don’t see each other very often, but no matter how much time passes between visits — years, or even decades — we pick up right where we left off and it feels as if it has been no time at all. Maybe, in the final analysis, that is the real definition of friendship.


Postscript:  Two days after I posted this story, Retrospect Media made it the Readers’ Choice story and wrote about it on facebook, with the picture of Bette and me, and a link to the story. I shared that post on my page, and tagged Bette in it. A week later she read it and commented,

“Oh Suzy, I am honored to have been your friend at any era in our lives! Loved your thoughtful story – touching and so true.”

The next month she flew to Sacramento in her private plane and we had a three-hour lunch. It was the first time we had seen each other in twenty years, but we reconnected as if it had been no time. Here’s the picture from our lunch.

I don’t think we’ve changed that much from the picture at the top of the story taken when we were three.

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Comments

  1. Betsy Pfau says:

    Yes, Suzy…it’s nice when you pick up right where you left off with old friends. And how nice that you mentioned a male friend. I, too, have a close male friend from college. I’m driving to Maine to his wife’s birthday party on Saturday. I went to both his weddings. He, too, remains a close friend for me. Maintaining friendships can be difficult, but so worthwhile…even essential for our well-being, don’t you think?

    • Suzy says:

      Yes definitely essential for our well-being. And much easier to maintain now that we have email, facebook, etc. I lost touch with some people back in the pre-electronic age that I would really like to find, but it’s hard esp. if they changed their names.

  2. John Shutkin says:

    Great story — and I can certainly attest to at least some of its accuracy (hint: not about Bette). What I particularly liked was that it addressed several kinds of friendship: female, male and family — all very different for all sorts of reasons.

    I also liked Betsy’s comments and it made me think of an interesting barometer for one’s friendships: who went to your wedding, especially if there was more than one.

  3. John Zussman says:

    Another delightful glimpse into your life and history. Like you, my childhood BFF and I drifted apart—I might tell a story about that one day—so I was glad to read that you found another to accompany you through adulthood. And I continue to be impressed by the way your life has a soundtrack. Mine does too, but it’s mostly instrumental, while yours has relevant lyrics!

    • Suzy says:

      Not really one BFF in adulthood, more like several RGFs (really good friends) who I rely on for different things. I’m still envious of the kind of friendship that Betsy and Patti have. And yes, my life definitely has a soundtrack, and I don’t think I realized it until I started writing for Retrospect.

  4. What a terrific story, Suzy! I’m so glad we’ve become friends through Retrospect…can’t wait to see you again once this pandemic is behind us!

    • Suzy says:

      Thanks, Barb. Right before the pandemic hit I was supposed to get together with Bette again. I’m so grateful to Retrospect for bringing her back to me – and also for giving me the chance to meet and become friends with you!

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