I’ve had a friend for 59 years. Yes, it does seem almost unbelievable, but it is a friendship that gives me such a feeling of gratitude and one that I cherish.

This is a picture of my dear friend, Linda and myself from the sixties. Wow, so long ago.

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Linda, has always been the one that makes it a point to get in touch with  me because truthfully, I avoid the telephone as much as possible.

The telephone has never been my friend and I think it stems from being a telephone operator right after high school.

We both grew up in an old part of Fresno, California, known as Armenian Town. It was filled with old homes from the early 1900’s and earlier, most have all been torn down to make way for progress.

One well known past resident of Armenian Town was William Saroyan, the writer. Of  course this was way before our time.

My years in this neighborhood were my happiest.

When Linda’s mother passed away  she gave me some fabric that belonged to her mother.

There was one particular piece that Linda really liked and  asked me if I could make her a pillow or two from the material.  I said yes.

I was able to make three and made each one in a different style.

This became the square pillow.

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And I had enough fabric  left over to make a small rectangular pillow.