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I have no singular story. I have dozens of stories spanning from the years of youth into the terrible teens.
I have memories of camp-outs in the back yard, and Girl Scout meetings, and reading books ranging from Judy Bloom to Stephen King. Horror movie binge fests viewed from under a blanket (because Jason Voorhees or the Evil Dead couldn't possibly harm us if we were protected by a blanket!). I remember sneaking down into the market at night and dancing in the rows of produce to the sounds of big brother's rock band reheasing behind the meat counter (there may, or may not, have been some treasures procured from the candy aisle - sorry Mom and Dad Nadeau). I remember the haram of cats and kittens that seemed to always be around, and the dull hum of traffic coming in off of highway 61 as we fought off sleep. The redicuoous tapes we made on my recorder with the microphone. Skits and nonsense and stupid jokes - I wonder where those tapes are now? I remember chatting on the phone shortly after Kathy and her family moved to the new house, and hearing the crash of a lightning strike as she told me 'the wall is glowing!' when the bolt hit their house.
The thing I remember the most, that I hear in my memory every time I think of that mischeivous gal with the raven hair, is her infectous laugh. It's been at least 20 years since I've seen her or heard that laugh IRL, but I've never forgotten.
Hugo Elementary, Central Jr and White Bear High N. Campus would've been a blank canvas in my life without you. I hope we meet-up again, my friend. We can swap dogeared copies of Stephen King's latest and gnaw on a couple of Chick-O-Sticks. We can snicker over the memories of Mr. Rosenbaum's cheesy jokes or Mr. Brigg's method of step-clap choir direction. I hope you are at peace, and are making the angels laugh.
Bless you, Kathy Nadeau. <3
-Missi Greger
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