Augustine Street

My best and dearest friend and I lived on Augustine Street.
Jeni.
I have this picture on my wall.
I was four when I moved in. My parents had just divorced and this was our new house. Kelly Kyle lived a cross the street along with Tina something and the Sickles. Behind us on Birr was Todd Gallen and Bobby Rivers. Bobby Rivers' Dad worked for Frito Lay.We were lucky children. I was at Tina's house and watched the news that Elvis had died.

A few years later,a new boy moved in next door after Ms Lilly died. Ms Lilly watched us kids out the side window from her rocker, and our German shepherd, Gretchen, guarded her house by in laying her bushes.
John turned out to be VERY cute, but back when I was in first grade I guess I teased him merciously. I was a bully. We kissed in his garage though....bullying easily forgotten. A few years later I sold John my paper route. It was starting to get cold and who wanted to deliver papers in the cold?
Peter Donnor was our paper boy and I threw rocks at him.
Our house was nice enough. We had a couch from the Aquinas rummage sale. My bedroom had a circle window and the boys had the attic. I remember the octopus oil furnace and secret places to hide.
My first memory of Jeni was walking with my Mom. She was new too. That was it.
We were inseparable. We were in the same kindergarten class and caused a little too much fun, so they tried to separate us. We were never allowed to be in the same class again until 7 th grade. Mr. Price's class. We wrote a Hardy Boy type story together and it was the best in the class.
Jeni and I climbed trees, ran through my brothers gardens as if they were our personal Wegmans. We played with the boys and explored the woods on Aquinas. We spied on my sisters and walked to Mary's store for candy. We jumped rope and explored the old crayon factory. We annoyed the Priests and the their beehives.
Jeni and I put pennies on the railroad tracks to see what would happen and we would skip primary to play on the mud hills. We had to cross a creek in the woods and I was always afraid to jump...with out her hand.

We had sleepovers and birthday parites. We were glued at the hip.
There was this bully that would not allow us in the library. Everyone was afraid of her. I was afraid...Jeni punched her square in the face. No more bully.

Jeni had purple knee socks, and I wanted some.
Jeni and I walked by cute boys houses trying to get a glimpse and we had a plan of attack. I would hold the boys down and she would kiss them. This was meant for punishment too.
Ask Larry Chatfield who tried to claim my snowman drawing was his.

Jeni took me to church and 4 -H. She taught me to have a testimony.
Jeni's Dad became my Dad. One time I called him from Ricks, because my Mom was sick. She needed a blessing. We had moved away from Augustine Street by then, but he drove to Brighton and did it for me.... "his daughter."

They still live there on Augustine Str.
My family moved to the suburbs and Jeni and I would still spend weekends and more together. We would take the bus downtown and meet at the Midtown clock, then off to my house.
Jeni and I went to college together. We sat on blankets in Provo counting pennies.
I rocked her firstborn and she brought me groceries when we needed some.
We both live here together and I still see her from time to time. The baby I rocked at BYU married housing, is going off to BYU herself.
36 yrs we have been friends.

Who could ask for better? Love ya Jeni!!