A little pip squeak with a big voice

On Friday night, I heard a story about my mom that made me crack up.

I was hanging out with my mom’s college roommate, Bonnie, and her husband Arnie. Bonnie met Sally at the University of Connecticut in 1964. Bonnie was a freshman and Sally was a senior, but they were placed in the same dorm room. At first, Sally was annoyed to be “stuck with a freshman.” Soon, despite the age gap, they became best friends.

When Sally graduated and moved to New York City, she and Bonnie remained close. A few years later, Bonnie moved to the city, too. A new phase of adventures began for them.

Because my mom didn’t meet my dad until she was 33, she had 12 years of single life in NYC. (Think Carrie Bradshaw, but with jet-black hair and set in the 70s). I didn’t realize until Friday night that Bonnie and Arnie have all the juicy gossip (and funny stories) about those years.

“I just remembered a great story about your mom,” Arnie began. “Since she was a teacher and had the summers off, she and her girlfriends used to rent a house in Vermont.”

Already this was news to me. My mom had never mentioned summers in Vermont. Trust me – I would have remembered!

“She invited us to come up to Vermont and stay with her for a weekend,” Arnie continued. “We drove for hours through the woods. We were really in the middle of nowhere.”

“It was beautiful,” Bonnie added.

“When we got there, this group of guys answered the door,” Arnie said. “They rented the house on the alternate weekends and said there would be no room for us.”

“Your mom hadn’t gotten there yet, so we hung around and waited for her,” Bonnie said. “When she showed up, we told her what the guys said.”

“Well!” Arnie said. “She marched into that house and said, ‘This is my weekend to be here! You’re going to leave and my friends are staying. Those are the rules. Get out!’”

Arnie and Bonnie burst out laughing.

“She was ballsy!” I exclaimed. In missing my mom’s softer side, I’d forgotten how feisty she was. I imagined this little 5-foot pip squeak yelling at a group of guys and shook my head. Oh, Sally. “So what happened?”

“The guys packed up and left,” Arnie said. He and Bonnie were still laughing at the memory.

Is there a story you’ve heard about your parents in their youth that made you crack up, or surprised you, or made you really proud? Share with me!