On warm summer days for 20 years, Betty Stranberg has walked out her back door, strolled down the alley, jogged slightly to the left and arrived at the home of Shirley Walsh for coffee and conversation about their favorite topic: grandchildren.
This wearisome winter has put a temporary hold on those sweetly simple gatherings, so they've found other ways to honor their enduring friendship. On Feb. 15, Betty and Shirley, born four days apart in 1924, celebrated their respective 90th birthdays at the Atwater Community Center, with homemade birthday cakes and a room filled with relatives and friends from as far away as Texas.
"We almost had a party together at 85," Betty recalls. "But we said we'd wait till 90. I didn't think we'd make it."
"And here we are," Shirley says.
Hair coiffed to perfection, corsages securely fastened (Betty's an iris, Shirley's a rose), the birthday girls bookend a sign-in table, greeting a flurry of guests dropping birthday cards into two wicker baskets. One guest has given each honoree a handmade kettle-scrubber.
Betty leans over to catch Shirley's eye. "I haven't written a speech. Have you?"
Shirley considers the question. "No," Shirley says. "They haven't mentioned that."
"We might just say thank you," Betty suggests.