I had meant the Pickle brothers in the early 1950's, and when we went to Japan, they traveled with us. They were on the same ship going to Japan and they lived near us when we lived in Japan. Our Mother's were friends, so we saw each other often. The Pickle brothers were part of my life. However, I hadn't seen the Pickle brothers for quite a while and so I looked forward to seeing them again after learning that they were living in Barber's Point too.
The base had a great recreation center for the military dependents, particularly the kids. There was the pool, a roller rink, arts and crafts classes and a dance once a week for the teens. I enjoyed attending the dances and went often. Many kids would hang out at the pool during the earlier part of the day and then head over to the recreation center. The dances were usually in the early evening.
One evening, at one of the dances, I was talking to one of my friends when I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I turned around to see Pickle #1. My brother Lee had given him the name Pickle, for what reason I still do not know. Pickle had a younger brother, and we called him Pickle #2.
Pickle #1 was tall by this time, at least six feet tall. He was more handsome than ever, with dark hair and movie star looks. He was gorgeous! Pickle seemed happy to see me too, but there was always an aloofness about him. He gave me a quick hug when he greeted me, but he didn't allow himself to show too much emotion. We talked a short time to catch up on old times, then Pickle asked me to dance. He was a good dancer and we had fun, but after one dance, he was gone, off talking to talk to his friends.
Pickle and I remained casual friends but we were never really close. I thought he was so handsome, however, I realized he had no interest in me. Our friendship remained while we were in Hawaii, always very casual and distant.