The Ghosts of Friends

To come across photos of onnce-close family friends is like entering a room long closed off. Memories rise like dust particles in a sunbeam.

Ted and Ann Kenyon and their fanuly were our closest friends for many years, since Dad worked with Ted in Chicago in the mid-1930s. Here we are (Dad took the picture) at Chicago's Olson Rug Company Gardens, probably around 1945. But slowly the years separated us, and they disappeared in the mists of time. I often wonder what became of them. Friends are too valuable to lose.