Bart was my best friend and only playmate from age 4 to 12. We were next door neighbors, One day when I got off the schoolbus in the spring of 1954 the driver said to me, "Have you heard anything about the Cobane Boy" I said no, what happened, he told me that he had downed at the school picnic. To this 12 yr old, to drown meant to go into the lake and go under water but someone would pull you out and you'd be ok. But he wasn't, he was forever gone, When I got to my house, I ran in and told my grandma, she nearly had a heart attack and ran out of the house and headed for their house, it was only about a 1/4 of a mile walk.It was a terrible unbelievable thing for me to understand. My friend, the one who picked on me teased me, who would send me to the orchard to get him apples every time he plowed a row around the field with his big horses, the one who taught me to put a log across the creek who found nests of kittens in his barn for me...the one practiced dance lifts with for his recitals he was gone forever, I don't think a day goes by when I don't think of him even 54 years later. His mother gave me one of his dance shirts, I wore it and wore it was my white satin blouse, it had full sleeves, and smooth satin,it was his, My mother gave it away. I still have a yellow straw hat he wore in one of the dances.
Bart was my best friend and only playmate from age 4 to 12. We were next door neighbors, One day when I got off the schoolbus in the spring of 1954 the driver said to me, "Have you heard anything about the Cobane Boy" I said no, what happened, he told me that he had downed at the school picnic. To this 12 yr old, to drown meant to go into the lake and go under water but someone would pull you out and you'd be ok. But he wasn't, he was forever gone, When I got to my house, I ran in and told my grandma, she nearly had a heart attack and ran out of the house and headed for their house, it was only about a 1/4 of a mile walk.It was a terrible unbelievable thing for me to understand. My friend, the one who picked on me teased me, who would send me to the orchard to get him apples every time he plowed a row around the field with his big horses, the one who taught me to put a log across the creek who found nests of kittens in his barn for me...the one practiced dance lifts with for his recitals he was gone forever, I don't think a day goes by when I don't think of him even 54 years later. His mother gave me one of his dance shirts, I wore it and wore it was my white satin blouse, it had full sleeves, and smooth satin,it was his, My mother gave it away. I still have a yellow straw hat he wore in one of the dances.
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