It was a nice, summer day. After lunch, my father and I went to matinee show at the theatre which was within walking distance from the apartment I shared with my mother and sisters.
Later as we were walking back to the apartment, a cute guy was approaching from the opposite direction.
He looked at me, smiled and said, “Hi.”
“Hi,” I replied, smiling.
After we passed each other, my father asked, “Do you know him?”
“No.”
He laughed, looking surprised and amused. I guess in his day, a guy didn’t say hi to a girl unless he knew her.
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Although I changed a few details, this actually happened years ago when my Dad was visiting me in Queens, New York. We were returning from somewhere and a guy I had never seen before said hi to me. It wasn’t the first time that happened but it’s one of the many fond memories I have of my father.
This was written for the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields For more details, visit Here. To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.
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A touching, gentle story.
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It’s almost come full circle and gone back to those sort of days now.
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Yes, it has, Iain 🙂
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Thanks, Linda 🙂
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Was there really ever such a day? I can’t remember it.
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Perhaps there was such a day in his time, that was why he was surprised to learn that I didn’t know the guy. A friend and co-worker of mine had a chaperone around whenever she and her now husband were courting. I remember the day when couples didn’t intimate until after they were married.
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I remember the first time I crossed paths with someone in the States. When they said “Hi, how ya doin’?” I was like…do I know them? Nope… they were just being friendly! Was in Maine, though…
Lovely story, Adele.
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Yes, the people in the States are very friendly. When I was in London years ago, my mother, Aunt and I were going for a walk and a man said hello to me and my Aunt said that she had been living there for years and never got a hello. I’m happy you liked the story, Dale 🙂
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It is interesting how customs change over the years, and in different places. Isn’t it so much nicer to just exchange a friendly Hi? Lovely memoir.
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Yes, it nice when people are friendly and greet each other. Thank you 🙂
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Dear Adele,
Times they are a-changing. Lovely story. I miss going to movies with my dad.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Yes, times are changing. Thanks 🙂 My Dad was a movie buff and he used to take us to the Drive in. I miss those times and I really miss him.
Shalom,
Adele
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I often say hi to strangers when out walking and I get some very strange looks sometimes!
An audience with Rosey!
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I guess that’s why some people are hesitant to say hi to strangers. I usually wait for the person to smile and say hi before I do.
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So sweet….love it when you can wrap in a memory.
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Thanks, DB 🙂
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A sweet story of remembrance. Very nice, Adele. =)
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Thanks, Brenda. I miss him. It’s comforting to have these memories.
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I feel the affection you have for your dad. Thank you for sharing a piece of it here.
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Thank you. I loved him dearly and miss him terribly. I was happy to share the memory.
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You are welcome.
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🙂
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It’s quite rare in some places even in today’s times! 😉
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That’s true 🙂
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That is a nice memory. Interesting take on the photo, I like it.
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Thanks, Ted 🙂
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