Our Scottish Friends

Driving up Lake Avenue in Pasadena going into the Altadena area was such a trip. I saw so many more new buildings and I was trying to recall the ones that stood there when I was younger. I drove past St. Elizabeth's church and school on my way up (I had attended there from K to 6th grade), it still looked the same. I drove past what use to be the Pasadena Theatre Company, now a dance studio, where I did several theatre productions (with my mom) and under the direction of Beverly Bishop (who died last month from a stroke).
The Stewart's house looked much the same, some new paint and landscaping brought it into the 2000's. David Jr. answered the door with hugs and smiles, "You look so much like your mom!" My mother Cecelia had been life long friends with Marina Stewart and helped raise David, Malcome, and Anne. Marina looked about the same but now seemed much smaller and frail in frame. The many years of alcohol had worn her body down some. She was still full of joy and memories from my mom and all the fun time the kids had together. Malcome made it home from work and was happy to visit for while. Soccer stories of Coach Herman and his "pie" (a defensive soccer play) still brought chuckles to all of us. Photos were shared, taken, and hugs given. I then made my drive (a whole 7 min.) to the Bertoneau's house for a late dinner a little after 7:00 PM Malcome/Melissa/ Marina, David Sr./ Melissa & Marina, Marina/Melissa & David Jr.