Today I am writing about our dear friend Pat van Noy, whom we call Peevee. It is her birthday!
I met Peevee about 20 years ago when she came to University Park Elementary School as a reading coach. She had taught in her own classroom for years, and, one last day of school, she decided to quit. She took a few years off, discovered she missed the kids, and came back to work part time.
We got to be friends and had so much fun together we just kept getting together. I met her son John, who has a different last name, working for a service group in town.
“You teach at University Park?” He asked. “You must know my Mom!”
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“Pat van Noy.” He answered.
I was so pleased. “She’s my favorite old broad!”
“Mine, too.” He said, and we got to be friends, as well.
She came to parties at our house and got to know Auntie Bridgett, Grandpa Nelson, and, of course, Harold the Stufftie. When we traveled to France and sent emails to friends, Peevee printed them all out and put them in a three ring binder for us to keep. It was so thoughtful! Because of her, we can re-visit our first impressions of Europe way back in 2008.
And Liza, when you got born and were big enough to visit, she got to know you, too.
Happy birthday, Peeves! I wish I could celebrate with you.