Lydia Kiker
Paula was a childhood friend of mine in Springhouse. She was a year ahead of me in school. I used to wait at the end of her driveway for the bus to drop her off so we could play catch in her big backyard. She taught me how to write my name. I wrote it on the neighbors house in the grout of the brick. I am guessing it's still there
She taught me how to make a bed correctly. We rode bikes, played with dolls and hula hooped. It was our job to climb the cherry trees and get the cherries for her Mom to bake pies. Yes, I have many good memories of Paula and her family. Thank you for those memories, Paula.
