Nighttime is a time
to remember things. Tonight I’m remembering
things like those oversized chairs they had in the movie theater in Orangeburg
when I was growing up there. John Quincy
Duke chairs, (or John Henry Duke chairs, not really sure here,) after a pretty large
man who could go to the movies and have a seat that would fit him. At least that’s the way I remember it. Could be that middle name and the death of a beloved
dog of a friend of mine who lives a couple of streets away and who writes very
well for our paper, among other things, brought back a memory from my youth—the memory of that chair in the movie theatre
in Orangeburg. And why, pray tell, is that? I haven't the slightest!
Her best friend, perhaps, she called “Q” for Quincy. He left us so suddenly—I remember hearing him bark at Stella and me as we were taking our walk a couple of days ago. I, too, am sorry to see him go. His leaving reminded me of our sweet dog Tobi—or TobiJuan, you see! I remember how we loved TobiJuan and sometimes would call him by his full name, TobiJuan Kenobi (Geddes.) I wonder how many people today would recognize that name—part of it, anyway! Tobi left unexpectedly one day a little over two years ago. It took us a year to even consider replacing him with another, and then darling daughter Lara brought Stella by and suddenly we were no longer dogless. Strange how things happen sometimes, and how that change changes much in our lives. While we did so miss Tobi, we are so very happy to have Stella. Sorry about Q, though. Sorry for our friend, too. So very sorry!
