Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, June 27, 2013 at 09:25 AM.

She was a member of our high school’s surf team. I should note here that our high school in north Alabama was almost 300 miles from the nearest beach. So the “surf team” didn’t really exist. We never competed against anyone or surfed (except for her when she was back in Australia). We just declared ourselves the "surf team" and wore Hawaiian shirts on special occasions.

However, we did receive recognition at the athletic banquet our senior year of high school. The football coach gave us each the “Silver Spoon Award.” We put him up to it, he always had a sense of humor and the spoons/awards were readily available on the tables.

Judy was fun, very kind and had a good sense of humor. Knowing this still didn’t help me find her.

The internet wasn’t as helpful as I hoped it would be, but I did find a reference to a “Reverend Judy” in a church bulletin in Australia. She had the correct first and last name, but I just knew that it couldn’t be “our Judy.”

It had been over 30 years, but she just didn’t seem like the “Reverend type.” I shouldn’t say things like that, but you know what I mean. Maybe a school teacher or a doctor or a marketing person, but I didn’t think that Judy would be a preacher.

After figuring out how to look at other church bulletins and newsletters from this Anglican church in Australia, I found a picture that caught my eye. It was Judy, our Judy, dressed up like a Reverend, just as pretty as you please.

Ok, Judy was a minister, but I still hadn’t “found” her. I fired off a letter to the church who published the bulletins. At the time, it was about 4 in the morning at the church’s location in Australia. Within an hour, I had a response back from a nice man (I assume another Reverend) named “Ian.”

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