Clark Hollow Ramblings: Good friends, good people

Where would we be without our good friends? Hopefully, we all have family that loves us and cares about us, but what about those good and caring people outside our family, that call when we are sick, or stop by when we miss church to see if we are OK? 

I have always heard that if you want to have a good friend, you must be a good friend. I suppose that must be true, but, surely, there is more to it than that. I am blessed with a lot of people that I call friends. 

When I came back to Rappahannock to live full time, there were an awful lot of people here that I didn’t know. Some of them were living in familiar places and even homes, their original owners having passed on or moved away. I don’t make friends as quickly as some people, and I wondered how I would ever get to know all these people. 

First thing I wanted to do, and did, was go back to my church where my family went, and where they dragged me along to Sunday school. I hadn’t been there but a few weeks and someone asked me to play a hymn on the guitar. Then a fellow came up after the service and said I like your guitar playing, would you teach me some things on the guitar? And I did that and we struck up a good friendship that continues, and then we got to know other people from church. 

Bill Welch called me one day and said he wanted me to come over to the fire house and join the fire department. I was hesitant. I had just finished 35 years of administrative management, and knew if I could be helpful to them it would be in that capacity. But Bill is a good, persistent, God-fearing man and he talked me into it. I worked with the fire department for seven or eight years, and still help them out in special situations. They are good people. 

Playing a little music at different places has helped me widen my circle of friends. That is always fun. A week ago, a new friend stopped by with some extra sharp cheese from Wilson’s meat market in Catlett; he just wanted to share it with me. Tonight, I will have fresh fish, caught a couple of days ago at a friend’s pond, where he lets me go fishing. Like the blessings I have received from my Heavenly Father, I sometimes wonder if I am worthy of all this good friendship. 

And then I have reacquainted myself with some of the good people who were here all along. They are the same, solid, steady people they always were, and, I know, always will be. 

Right now, however, I have to get off this keyboard and get the chain saw started. There is a pile of firewood logs in the back field that one good friend gave me and another good friend helped me get to my house. It will take my old complaining bones and muscles a while to get all of it cut into firewood length, split and stacked. But, hopefully, all the time, I will remember the good friends who helped me on my journey, and resolve to be a good friend to them, in return.

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