My cousin John and his wife Kay came for a visit to Meyersdale, Pa.
This last year has had a lot of stress and my Aunt Louise died about 6 moths ago. John who has been like a brother to me came to Meyersdale for a visit and we reconnected. Once you have kids your social sphere can change drastically so John and I haven't seen as much of each other over the last 20 years.
You know it only takes a small piece of time and you can be right back in sync with someone. We stayed up till the wee hours of the morning talking and laughing. It was a good.
The next morning we showed them around town. We think Meyersdale is a jewel. Not because it is pristine and perfect, but rather it is filled with real people. You are comfortable here.
We went to the bike path and walked over the trestle. This is a big trestle. I didn't know but John has the same problem as my aunt. A fear of heights. John said Aunt Louise passed out one time while driving over the bay bridge. My uncle was able to grab the wheel.
So Johnny did fine at first but then began closing his eyes. His goal was to go to the other side. So Kay and Terri grabbed his arms and we walked and talked. Johnny made it. We stopped at a little cemetery on the other side where the original Meyers family is buried. They started Meyersdale. Then we started back over. Walking, talking, arm in arm with Johnnie's eyes closed.
I am quite nostalgic as I write this. There are so many good memories of my aunt and cousins. I love them all.
I believe we were made to walk arm in arm at times. That way one of us can close our eyes to the world around us. Yet we are safe. Safe till we can walk on our own again.
Keep walkin,
Ron
