She was a new face one day at a meeting. I listened carefully to what she had to say, and afterward approached her with questions about what brought her to this area. We soon began discussing common interests, such as hiking and paddling, and enjoying the outdoors. She always maintained that I cornered her, but I was trying to get out of my own comfort zone and try to welcome a new resident.
Shortly after, she appeared at my church. Trudy and I slid over and invited her to sit with us. She even had a skirt on! Stay tuned for more church adventures in future posts…
That fall several gals decided to hike the Beehive in Acadia National Park. It was a fun trip, with easy conversation about many topics. Near the end of the hike, she shared her Chuppa-Chups (pronounced with a long ‘u’ sound) with us, and we were quickly converted to the special treats. They became an expected and highly anticipated ritual in the ensuing years for all of our outings and road trips.
If you attended Linda’s memorial service, you may have noticed a bowl of them sitting on the table. Lucky are those who took one. I am pondering at what special moment I will consume this last Chuppa-Chup from my friend’s stash.
When would YOU eat YOUR last “Linda Chuppa-Chup”?