Carmelina’s Coffee Cups

I have these beautiful green coffee cups.  They’re not supposed to belong to me.  They’re supposed to belong to her… a friend from days gone by.

She rented a little studio apartment from us, on the end of our house.  The first time she came around to my kitchen door to talk with me, I was studying something, and I had various Bible versions spread out on my table. She asked if I had any coffee, she sat down to visit, and thus began our friendship.  From that day on, we had many conversations at that kitchen table… about life, about the Bible, about the future.  One thing I learned for sure… when someone from Colombia shows up at your sliding glass door… head straight for the coffee pot. They’ll be wanting coffee!

What a pair we made.  Me with my half and half, she with hers black.  Me with my flower beds, she on her Harley.  When we went running together I always had to laugh at our exact equal strides… me with my long skinny legs, she with her short muscular ones.

She was tough!  A merchant marine who’d decided early in life to rise above obstacles and see the world.  She spoke Spanish, English and German… always trying to help me a bit with my Spanish, and always flashing such a huge smile when we laughed about the English language.

We were complete opposites, but we were good friends.

After Gary and I moved to San Antonio, he went back to Guam on business, and happened to be there for her wedding.  I think he’s the only one who didn’t arrive on a Harley!  She and her husband were going to be passing through Texas, and I would get to see them.  I bought these coffee cups for them… always a favorite wedding gift of mine, and perfect for her!  Somehow they didn’t make it to Texas, and we completely lost touch with one another.  Eventually I unwrapped the package and kept the cups for myself, but I always think of her when I drink my coffee from one.

Two paragraphs into this thing, I thought I would do just one more search on the internet for my long lost friend.  I’ve tried searching for her occasionally with no luck.  Today I found her!  Unmistakably her!  Photo on the page… sitting on a big bike, huge smile.  I’ll see if I can send her a message and get her to read this post!  And if so… I have a couple of coffee cups that belong to you Carmelina.

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4 Responses to “Carmelina’s Coffee Cups”

  1. Marcea Clive says:

    How exciting. I hope she contacts you. Neat story.

  2. Betty Williamson says:

    Oh, I love stories like this! I can’t wait to read the next chapter…the one where she writes back to you…or better yet, roars up on her Harley to claim her cups!

  3. Betty Williamson says:

    And I love the name Carmelina.

  4. Lawanda Calton says:

    Great story! I hope you do see each other again!

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