Did You Leave An Impression?

What ever happened to ….

Anna who used to cook the chili at my dad’s bar?

Lowell who inspired an oft repeated phrase from our childhood that I still use today and no one has a clue what I’m referring to when I say:  PULL UP YOUR PANTS LOWELL!

The Barnes’ who used to live next door and we would go and knock on their door and ask for treats.

Bonnie, who lived down the street, had a child at a young age, who’s dad wasn’t always very nice.  Her mom who for some reason seemed old, but I don’t think she was. She moved away.  How is she and the “baby” who would now be decades old.

Lawrence, the best paper boy our city had ever seen.  He delivered our papers for years.  When others took over it was never the same again.  No one did the job as well as he did, nor for as long.

George, the mailman.  He was so tall, skinny, so pleasant and proper.  His uniform always just so.   He set a standard for postal service people in my eyes.   A very good standard.

Kimmy who grew up across the street from me.  In the green house, catty corner to us.  At least for a few years.  She moved to Toledo.  I went to visit once and watched my first (and probably only) ever ice hockey game.  I fell asleep during the game and woke up when someone was cheering.  To find I was cheering for the wrong team.

Leslie who lived a couple of years in the white house in the other direction catty corner from us.  There seemed to be a lot of people moving in and out of that house.  I don’t even remember that much about her.

Kara who I worked with after my divorce.  Her husband was an assistant  district attorney.  She was scared because he was looking in to jobs that other people had been killed in for taking a stance against crime.

The guy who hired me, found out I was newly divorced, and set up a splendid little valentines surprise for me when he sent me to his apartment to pick up something he “forgot”.   When I got there he had put candy and flowers and flower petals all over the place where I was instructed to get what he “forgot”.  I can forgive now, the bounced paychecks, because of the kindness he showed me.

The young boy in my grade school class who called me names.  I remember him for how he was, and wonder what he’s like today.

The young guy who worked at the Telemarketing place where I worked.  The one who told dirty jokes and made sure to point out I was too modest and motherly to ever consider these jokes being funny to me.  Some of them weren’t.  But it wasn’t because of me.

The priest who said our masses when we were children, who would “wave” to us during the procession up and down the aisle of church.  Who tried to wake me up when I fell asleep during mass, who turned 60 when I was in grade school and I made him a “Sixty Years” clock card to resemble the “60 Minutes” tv show.

Dale  the janitor from high school who gave me Tab to drink at lunch.  And Mr. French from grade school with his dark hair and strong presence, I always felt safe with him in the building.

Flashes.  I get flashes from the past of people I’ve passed on my way to here.  People who I may have shared a moment with, or shared many moments with.  They left an impression of some kind.  When they flash across my thoughts I can’t help but wonder, where are they? Who are they?  What have they become?

And sometimes…

I wonder.

Did I?   Have I?

Left an impression…..I wonder…..do they wonder?

29 thoughts on “Did You Leave An Impression?

  1. As for me maybe they’ll say ‘Do you remember that guy that used to ride his mountain bike through the woods in the middle of the night wearing a head lamp?’ Not much of a legacy but it’ll have to do. 🙂

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    • I think it is a GREAT legacy! Others will be home doing nothing but watching tv. You, on the other hand, chose to go out and ride your bike through the night adventure!!!! It would make me want to go riding at night!

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    • I think it is a GREAT legacy! Others will be home doing nothing but watching tv. You, on the other hand, chose to go out and ride your bike through the night adventure!!!! It would make me want to go riding at night! And wonder what I’m missing. 🙂

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      • It has been a bit of an adventure. I’ve encountered some kind of poisonous snake every night I’ve ridden plus one of the biggest coyotes I’ve ever seen. Throw in a possum or two and you’ve got a night ride. At least I don’t have to worry about someone texting and running me over. I’ve only met two vehicles on the wilderness roads in about 15 rides. Pretty quiet out there. 🙂

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  2. Gosh, it’s kind of important to think about this. I wonder what kind of impression I’ve left. Hope it was a good one. More likely than not I’m remembered as a kluzt who always spilled her drink or fell up the stairs. Yikes! Hugs to you and D.
    Kathy

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    • HA! That’s not what I remember at all! Our first “meeting” impression was “she’s so tiny and lively!”

      My first “reading” impression was….she’s so friggin’ good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  3. I think you’ve left an amazing impression on every single person you have ever met! You are a pretty awesome person =) oh and I laughed out loud when I saw the one about Lowell. That poor man. If he only knew lol

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  4. You leave a lovely impression on me, Colleen, with your ability to chatter about simple everyday things, and then suddenly drop into a deep and meaningful discussion. People return to your blog for that reason…you leave a warm impression.

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  5. You have definitely left an impression on me. Even though we’ve never met in person, your comments to me make me feel like you genuinely care and I appreciate that more than you know.

    As for my leaving an impression on others…I’m like you I don’t really know what kind of impression I leave. Back when my hair was down to my waist, people would say things like, “You know her she has long red hair and REALLY big boobs.” So, I guess that’s how some people remember me except that my hair is super short now.

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    • I don’t know how we could read one another’s words and not care. You know how you sometimes read a book and you “feel” the story? I’ve often told my husband that if I’m in a weird mood we need to see what book I’m reading because it usually relates! And when we read that book we really don’t have any way to connect with that author? Well, now we have blogs. And we can share the emotions evoked, good for the reader and the writer. 🙂

      And don’t you just love how people remember us? 😉 I am the one with the short spiky hair that makes some of the older ladies with very poor eye sight wonder if I’m a man or woman. And yes, they ask that. 🙂

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