Susan (Sonya) Takaroff Trevizo

Posted on: Mar 18, 2024 at 11:51 AM

Dear Sherryl,

I have the best news. I received an offer to publish my memoirs last week. The letter was highly complimentary, and I will sign the contract this week. This is an event I dreamed of, but I never thought would really happen. Last Monday I had hip replacement surgery, and Tuesday, when I checked my email, there was a letter from the publisher. Two life changing events of completely different natures two days in a row! I can hardly step off of cloud nine.

Soon either I or my publisher will be in touch to have you sign a release since you are one of the characters in the coming of age memo. I also will have to get in touch with other classmates for the same purpose. I remember our discussions in the past, and you did seem pleased with the portion I wrote about you and your parents, but did you ever think this day would really come?

I'll be in touch soon.

Sonya


Sonya

I first met Ava at Hebrew School.  We were nine years old when we became instant friends.  She wore her hair in pig tails, and I was so happy to meet someone with hair almost as curly as mine.  She had the biggest grin on her face and smiled all of the time.  I often went home with her after Sunday School, and we played together all afternoon.  Sometimes she would practice her ballet and teach me the steps.  I wished that I was graceful and petite, like her.  But mostly we just talked and giggled, as young girls often do. 

Although we went our separate ways as teenagers, we still managed to get together from time to time.  Whenever I needed a friend, she was there for me.  She was loyal, honest and never complained about anything.  Today, when I think of her, I picture her smiling.  Infact, I can't remember what she looked like without a smile on her face. Thoughts of the good times we had together still warm my heart.  The world seems emptier without her in it.

My family moved from NYC to Schenectady when I began third grade at Zoller School.  It was a difficult adjustment for me.  So difficult, that I was somewhat of a pariah for a few years at school, although I did have friends on the outside.

In sixth grade, Rita Pidgeon became my friend. She initiated the friendship, hung out with me, stuck up for me, and even invited me to her home.  I couldn’t believe my change in luck.  After having zero school friends, one friend was not just one number past zero, one friend was enough to change my world. 

The next year, when we entered Oneida JHS, I was able to assume a new identity and enjoy an improved social life.  I didn’t keep in touch with Rita, as our paths never crossed again.  However, I have never forgotten the soft-spoken, generous girl who so graciously offered me friendship.  I always wanted to thank her for it.  Now all I can do is include her in my memoirs