When I was a kid, I was never allowed to call an adult by their first name. I'm only 33 so it wasn't that long ago! Not even our only close neighbors. I spent time there every day for probably 15 years and always referred to them as Mr. & Mrs O. That was as informal as I was allowed to get. Their 3 kids were my best friends and we are all still pretty close despite being separated by thousands of miles.
I found out a couple days ago, the Mr. O passed away. So this afternoon, I am writing a sympathy note to his wife. I still can't call either of them by their first names, not even in writing! Oh, well, it might make his wife smile. Since I was about 18 she's been telling me I can call her Ruby now and teasing me for continuing to call her Mrs. O.
This was kind of a pointless thread, but.....
Godspeed Mr. O. Many of my happiest childhood memories involve you and your family. I will always treasure them. You were truly a good man. Rest well.
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