I received a telephone call from a lady in Junction City a few days ago and it made remember the first friend I had – other than my family. As I’ve told you before we lived about 3 or 4 miles from Junction City in a community known as Scotland. When I was 6 year old we moved to Junction City so I could attend school as it was too far to walk. Before I went to school just after we moved I was in the front yard and a girl about my age walked by and stopped at the fence and said something to me – maybe asked my name. I was pretty shy as I had not been amongst many strangers, but I went to the fence to talk. She lived about 3/4 of a mile past our house and her name was Dorothy McDonald. We became friends and her family had boys and girls the age of my two brothers and sister. So we all got acquainted and became good neighbors. My Dad rented some land to plant cotton and corn. We had some land but my Dad needed more to plant cotton on so he rented some acreage from Mr. McDonald. After I married and left Junction City I didn’t hear from the family. This lady who called me had read some articles that I had written in the Banner and we had a very nice conversation. It so happened she knew my brother, my nephews and niece. And she was the niece of my friend. My friend is deceased, but it was interesting to learn of my first friend. I have had lots of friends during my long life span and I still have a lot. I am so thankful to God for my friends and I love them all. My first one and any new ones I hope to make before this life is past. I’m looking forward to reuniting with them when it is time for me to leave this world.