In Memory

Bimba Berry

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02/21/17 05:57 PM #1    

Beth Wellington

Bimba and I were the best of friends in elementary school. She was a tall, strong young girl with beautiful long honey-blond hair that she wore pulled back in a head band. We would spend Saturdays together when she would go to her riding lesson before coming back to her house or mine to play and roughhouse with her brothers. She was endlessly teased for her name which means "little girl" in Italian--a choice that seemed innocent when her parents were in Italy. Her father taught history at BU and Bimba was probably conceived while on sabbatical. She used to bring BU binders for notetaking into class in Junior High--very impressive!

In the adolescent years, she and I drifted apart as she fell in with older friends with a more edgy life style. I was always aware of her as she walked home in a mini skirt, with her hair cut short. I wondered if she had gone dark somehow. (My older brother remembers her wearing a "Ban Virginity" button.)

She had the power and intelligence to be both light and dark, and I miss her still, especially the girl with the powerful personality I knew and her bright, bright smile. I can remember how she flew after her brother along the path as we walked home from school when he tried to snatch her book bag and her long hair dazzled as it waved from side to side as she ran in the sunlight. We should all be remembered for our most beautiful moments in time. 

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