Sixty years to the day of the most memorable kiss of my life, the girl who bestowed that kiss had contacted me for the first time since way back then.
Geraldine McFadden, now known as Gerrie Menasce, contacted me by sending a message over my cell phone. She had tried to get in touch with me since her daughter alerted her to a blog post I wrote about us sharing that unforgettable kiss at 12 years of age in the Brewerytown section of Philadelphia in 1961. (I had written that story 11 years ago, publishing it on Dec. 1, 2009.)
Gerrie had lived some 10 miles from my home and was visiting a mutual friend who attended the same gym class as Gerrie. I wanted so much to get together with her but at such a young age, I could neither drive to see her nor figure out how to use the telephone book to call her family to speak to her.
I never saw her again and always wondered what happened to her.
An accomplished gymnast, I learned that Gerrie eventually opened her own studio when she was older and at one point had some 15 people working for her establishment. She taught both gymnastics and dance and she and her husband of 52 years had lived and once owned a home in Spain.
Gerrie had tried to locate me recently by first contacting my nephew, Rocky Contos, who lives in California. Unable to reach him, she then contacted my adopted son’s second cousin in Cleveland, OH.
She finally reached my son, Nicholas, who sent me the message that led to reunion of two kids that shared some beautiful moments before turning into teenagers, young adults, and . . . well let’s not go any further.
We have exchanged messages over the past several days and I look forward to learning more about her adventures. She is in the process of writing her autobiography and I can’t wait to read it.
It just goes to show, you never know when an old (young) friend may hook up with you no matter how many years may go by!
(For a look at the blog post I wrote about our first contact, please see: “Loves First Kiss Lasts Forevermore!”