R.I.P. to Myra’s Husband
Woman in the Middle | December 30, 2017This is another post that got lost in the shuffle. But, before the year is over, I wanted to remember David Cassidy, who died this year.
When I was in elementary school my very best friend was a girl named Myra. Every recess we played together. Other friends came and went but we were besties. Our favorite thing to play during those recesses was “house.” In those days our playground was dirt, covered in a layer of fine gravel. We would dig the heels of our leather school shoes into the dirt and drag them along, making lines to represent the walls of our houses. She had one house, I had another right next door.
Of course, if we had houses, we had to have husbands. Mine was always teen heart throb Bobby Sherman. Myra’s was another teen heart throb, David Cassidy. On so many days, it was just Myra and me and Bobby and David, having a good time on the playground.
Of course, I also watched the Partridge Family. Boy, what a wonderful night of TV it was the night the Brady Bunch followed by the Partridge Family was on. My very fist album was a Partridge Family album. The second was Bobby Sherman, each bought with my own money.
Rest in peace, David Cassidy. You were a great neighbor, back in those long ago days on the playground.
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