I got the darnedest e-mail yesterday:
Dear Limes, I am embarrassed to say I don't know how to blog so the email is it....... I was so excited to see your story. I grew up in Ogden Utah, and there, Hoppy Taws were a serious thing!!!! I loved it and recall one day that I fell playing hopscotch and ripped my new white leotards in both knees, but did I give up, no way..... My Grandma Jensen worked for the Hoppy Taw Co. in the early 50's so we always had them and loved them. I am an artist and I think that my love of color swirls and individuality came from the hoppy taws. Every one was different . I have been trying to get the real history behind the hoppy taw co. Do you have any info . The company on line just gives you current revenue potential and stuff like that, who cares.I had to do some quick thinking. She called me Limes, so she has read something from long ago when I was known only as LimesNow in the blogosphere. Now, of course, and for quite some time, I am Leslie Morgan, the same name that appears on my birth certificate and driver's license. And I sport my face all over the place. But I didn't at first. And Debi refers to the hoppy taw, so she has to have read something I wrote about my childhood in Salt Lake City. I noodled around in my blog archives and found it - voila - December 2, 2009! How and why Debi has come across it now, I am uncertain, but that's OK. A writer appreciates having been read. A human being appreciates a connection. And no, I will not give up "hoppy taw" in this post. The reader must follow the link to the original post.
Any way just thought I would write to a fellow hoppy taw lover and tell her "you are not alone". Thanks for your story, Debi in Idaho
Referring back to my original hoppy taw post, I re-read my own words. I was reminded of yet another time in my life when I was unsure and frightened of things. I leaned on others to help me through. My father and my friend modeled good behaviors for me to follow. I learned to plan, to strategize, to size up others and to trust my judgement. I learned toughness and commitment and I learned to be a sponge, soaking up everything I could from any situation. I became fair and honest and tenacious. Maybe, in a tiny number of situations in life, even heroic, if that simply means reaching beyond one's assumed limitations and acting. I learned that more people are good than bad. More people will like you than hate you. I learned that on a really good day, one might make a connection with another human being never contemplated before. I learned that one might say something that resonates with another person, and that is magic to me.
After my AA meeting tonight, I sat outside on the picnic benches talking with a group of people I really enjoy. I'd done some research online for a man who shall be called a rascal here. He likely deserves a harsher assessment sometimes, but we'll stick with rascal. I shared the information I'd found for him and then spoke of the pleasure I get from writing my blog. I told him some things I'd written about. "But you don't use your name, right?" I told him that I do, and my photograph as well. His eyes got big and for the second time in a few days, someone called me "brave". Emotionally brave. I wonder. Did I learn that, too? And how will I apply that now?
Some hoppy taw art for Debi, though I am not an artist:
In my ears right now: