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..."
1.13.2015
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1.13.2015
Write on,
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I love this! Stories about how families started are always so interesting to me. I love hearing about when they first met and when they first knew. I also love your blog. So happy to have found it.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kimberley! I'm glad you came over today...and that you stopped to chat. Happy slicing!
DeleteSo beautiful! Tears filled my eyes when I reached the end. Then I reread it to savor the beauty of every word and celebrate the life and family these two shared.
ReplyDeleteSo sweet, Elsie. Thank you. :)
DeleteA simpler time.....so sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteThanks, rissable. Absolutely true --- a much simpler time. Simplexity is the new simple!
DeleteConversations like that one...they are priceless!
ReplyDeleteThis is true. I will always remember sitting there beside her, listening...
DeleteConversations like that one...they are priceless!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely story! How lucky you are to be a part of this loving family.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lauren. It's pretty amazing to have grandparents who were married a little better than 70 years!!
DeleteI love the repetition of he said/she said. The patterning and rhythm works really well here!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your feedback, Elizabeth. I don't typically write in this structure...however, I've used "Food.Music.Memory" as a mentor text lately and it is set up as You said/I said.
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