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Mr. Luther and Ms. Dorothy: Memories of a Special Couple

By Carol Salato Myers

Nostalgia

Coming of age brings about feelings of nostalgia like one has never known. After the passing of Luther Collins, those feelings became even more apparent. He and Ms. Dorothy were such an important part of my past I felt I must put those feelings into words.

Friendship

Brenda, the middle daughter of Luther and Dorothy, was one of my closest friends during my growing up years in Columbia and we remain close friends. It's the kind of friendship that, even though we don't see each other every day, we share a special bond that cannot be broken.



The Girls

Brenda, Bradley, Prudy, Ann, Debbie, Dot, Patty, and I were practically inseparable. It was nothing for all of us to gather at The Dreamland Motel for a slumber party at least once a month. We had pillow fights, makeup sessions, talks about boys, and whatever else girls did to pass the time. I never remember turning on a television.

The Journey to Lake Cumberland

Mr. Luther owned a cabin on Lake Cumberland. Throughout the summers, we girls, sometimes a few of us and sometimes all of us, would all jump in the back of Ms. Dorothy's El Camino and off we'd go for three or four days at a time to the lake, singing along the way, the wind blowing our hair, which in those days didn't matter at all.

Staking Claims

The first thing we would do when we arrived was to rush to the basement ready to stake our claims on who would be in which room. I don't ever remember our fighting over such trivial things. We were in our own little world, not a care in the world. We'd stay up half the night talking and laughing until Ms. Dorothy would finally say, "Now girls, you need to get some sleep." We never disobeyed her. We respected her too much.

Fun at the Lake

The next morning our mouths would water at the thought of having Ms. Dorothy's scrumptious buckwheat pancakes. After stuffing ourselves, we were off to the lake. We put on ski belts and off we went down that incredibly steep hill to the dock. Going down wasn't too bad but coming back up was a killer. I never thought about Ms. Dorothy having to make that long trek, too, in order to keep an eye on us. What a saint she was. Before long, Luther would come around with the boat and we'd all pile in, ready for a day of skiing.

The hours he spent pulling us behind that boat, having to stop a zillion times due to our falling after only a few seconds, was something that always made me appreciate this patient man. He never complained, just laughed each time we'd 'pile it up' as the expression goes. Most of us finally learned to slalom, and boy was that a feat. It was the ultimate. Of course, Brenda was 'Queen of the Slalom." She would glide across the lake like a swan getting ready to take flight. We were in awe of her.

The Nights

After our long days at the lake, Ms. Dorothy would start cooking, grilling burgers or hot dogs, baked beans, potato salad, and dessert. At night, we made our own fun. We'd go on scavenger hunts or make up games to pass the time. One game we played required taking certain dares. I don't remember whose idea it was but once we took off our shirts in the middle of the street and put them back on inside out. Gosh, was that ever scandalous! I think we were probably nine or ten at the time.

Appreciation for Wonderful Memories

Those trips to the lake are undoubtedly my fondest memories of growing up. Luckily, I did tell Mr. Luther and Ms. Dorothy as I grew older how much I appreciated all they did to make those years so special. So thank you again, Mr. Luther and Ms. Dorothy, and thanks to you, Brenda, for allowing me to be a part of your life then and now. Since they are now together in eternal life, I hope they're reading this and reminiscing about those times that made a bunch of giggly girls so wonderfully happy.

Carol Salato Myers


This story was posted on 2010-03-08 02:48:39
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