I don't think it was a coincidence that my friend Jane named her cat Sampson. Jane likes strength stirred into her life along with a little cream and sugar.
The first time I remember Jane, I was in Hudson's Grocery Store, (my uncle Doug's store) when all the shops in town were located on the south, east, west or north side of the Harrison square. Jane's father owned Trotter's Paint and Paper, which was just across from Hudson's on Stephenson Avenue. We were two six-year-olds, quite taken with a display of Bobbie socks while our mothers pushed their grocery carts, confident that they'd either find us eventually or we would find them. I was not only taken with the Bobbie socks, I was mesmerized with the color of Jane's hair. I'd never seen anyone with hair that light; almost white. So were her eyelashes and eyebrows. Amazing. I remember she kept talking about wanting these Bobbie socks and I kept staring at her, nodding with approval, thinking the whole time, wow what beautiful hair! Did I get some of those socks? I have no idea. Probably. Everyone wore them with their saddle oxfords to school. Jane and I ended up in the same first grade class at Central Elementary. The rest, as they say, is history.