During my blogging years, I’ve introduced you to Carolyn. I hope you’ll enjoy getting to know her just a bit better. It’s a longer story than usual but she’s worth every word. Some people just can’t be edited.
A few years ago, she had come to Hilton Head from The
Villages to spend the night with us. The
timing was perfect. We were headed to North Carolina the next day, were planning
to leave the house early, and she wanted to be on her way at an early hour as
That evening we took Carolyn out to dinner with some friends
who lived down the street.
The next morning, the Mister rose early to make coffee. Shortly after that, I got a knock on my bedroom door. Carolyn came in, sat down on the bed, and said that a terrible, terrible thing had happened. Carolyn was nearly 6 feet tall, had a thick head of curly hair and a Tennessee accent (twang) that could knock your socks off. You tended to listen up when she had something to say.
Through the years, I’d done “terrible” with Carolyn and it ran a broad gamut from absolutely nothing to something of concern so I wasn’t alarmed. Yet.
Never one to get directly to the point, she thanked me profusely
for a wonderful evening, the food had been just delicious, she had loved
catching up with us and had so enjoyed the friends who had joined us and she
hoped she’d see them again sometime soon. What were their names again? She thought she’d write and tell them how
nice they were to her.
I was waiting for the
She went on to say that she’d decided to take a shower before
she went to bed and oh, by the way, the guest bathroom was just lovely, so
colorful, the way the stripes and flowers went together, had I had help with a
decorator or done it myself?
I was still waiting for
the terrible. Getting a little nervous.
Then, she said, she thought as long a she was taking a
shower, she might as well wash her hair because
there was some delicious smelling shampoo right there next to the shower and
she’d been in the car all day and it seemed like a good idea and the hot water and
the shower head were just perfect. Did I
know where I’d gotten that wonderful shower head? She surely would like to have
one just like it.
Still waiting for the terrible. Maybe she’d forgotten. That would not be entirely out of character.
Then she told me that while she was washing her hair with that wonderful smelling shampoo she had gotten some in her eyes and she rubbed them to get the shampoo out because they really, really stung and hurt like crazy and then her contact lenses fell out and went down the drain.
Oops. Maybe the eagle
Did I know, she then asked, that she was almost legally
No, I said. I was not
aware of that particular, and at this moment, very ominous “legally-blind”
thing. This after knowing her for 40
I know what you’re thinking….of course she has an extra pair
of lenses, a pair of prescription glasses,
sun or otherwise. Oh, that would have
been far too easy.
Now, it’s seven am on a Sunday morning; we have to leave the
house in two hours and, obviously, so does she.
I asked if she could even see my face. She said she couldn’t but it
didn’t matter since she already knew what I looked like.
She also said all this talk was making her hungry; she had
seen some delicious looking blueberry muffins on the kitchen counter last
evening (when she still had contact lenses) and the coffee smelled wonderful.
But what about seeing, I asked? And getting home? You can’t drive this way. We can’t take you
home. This is a disaster, a complete and
total unmitigated disaster. And just exactly how in the world can you even
think about food at a time like this?
Aren’t you too worried to eat?
She said she saw no relationship whatsoever between her
sight and the blueberry muffins which happened to be her very, very favorite
kind and besides she wasn’t the least bit worried.
Just exactly how can you not be worried, Carolyn, I asked?
She replied: “Because
I have faith, Sallie…in you and our Good Lord. The two of you will work it all
And off she went to the kitchen.
Well, if I were to be assigned a partner in that mess, He
was a good one to have. Of course, we found someone to get her some new lenses
and off she went, just as planned.
As I’ve said earlier, Carolyn is no longer with us. Her memory lingers on, so strongly. For so many.
I’d put money on most of her friends thinking about her almost every
day. What a legacy she left us all.