Yellow Polka Dot

Theirs had been a love affair that started at a young age, when life was still simple and care free. It was the summer of 45. Their grandparents lived on the same block and it so happened that they both were visiting them for the summer. At first ten year old Sheri hesitated to follow her grandmother persistent encouragement to go and say hi to Johnny.

After a few days of summer boredom, she wandered over. More afraid of boys than interested in them, she knocked on the door. Johnny awkwardly opened the door, as he said "hey whatcha doing?"

"I was going to head over to the park on my bike and was wondering if you wanted to ride with me."

She thought from his slow response he was going to say no, but after much consideration he replied "Sure, let me tell my Grandma, and grab my bike."


The rest of the summer they were inseparable, minus a few mandatory family activities. Their friendship grew strong and the day of parting was sad. They exchanged addresses and went on their way, several thousand miles away, him California, her New York.

Many letters and years later, a letter came to Johnny from Sheri stating, "My train arrives at 3:34 PM in San Fransisco. I'll be wearing a Yellow Polka Dot dress. Just like the bikini I wore many years ago." Johnny smiled at the thought of the yellow bikini and the song that they made up that hot summer day.

As the train pulled into the station, he felt as antsy and anxious as he did that day he opened the front door to find her standing on the porch. The screeching of the brakes changed his thoughts to wonder if she really would step off the train. Would they finally see each other after 13 years?

The doors opened. There she stood, a vision of loveliness with her dark curly hair brushing her shoulders. She smiled. He smiled. She threw her bags to the ground, and youthfully ran to him. They embraced. And finally they shared in their first Love's kiss.