She said, "He was sitting up on the top row of the bleachers with his friend from church."
He said, "She's the one -- I think I'll marry her."
She said, "He got my number and called me on the phone after that. For a date."
He said, "Will you marry me?" just a few months later.
She said, "Yes, I will."
She said, "That's how our family started seventy years ago."
That's what she told me, over coffee in Fellowship Hall, the snowy January day we buried him.
I said, "Beautiful, Grandma..."