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Hello everyone!
Welcome to Fall!
I hope you are getting a chance to get out and about (while social
distancing) and are taking care of yourself and loved ones.
I have been trying to stay busy while isolating, working
from home, making crafts, and watching a little TV.
Since this week has been a bit of a brain drain, I thought I
would tell you a sweet story, passed on to me by my Mom. Her birthday was
November 4- so this is in her memory.
One day, as I was looking though some papers several years
back, I came across my parent’s marriage license. One of the bottom corners was
missing and it looked like it had been burned. My thought was that it had been
in one of the many courthouse fires we all hear about. Mom just happened to be
at my house, so I asked. I wish I had gotten more details, but the story is
sweet.
First, I have a disclaimer on the total accuracy of this
tale, as I wasn’t there, and it has been years since it was told to me
My Parents were married on June 23, 1940. My dad was 24 and mom was just 15 which was
not unusual for the time. Mom was the oldest of nine children in the midst of
the Great Depression.
Somewhere along the way, they had decided to get married and
my Dad, got the marriage license and went to pick up my Mom out in the country where
she lived. They were going to drive to another small community and have a
Justice of the Peace perform the ceremony.
As they were driving, my Mom suddenly got cold feet and wasn’t
sure she wanted to get married. Dad pulled over at a country school (Sugar Hill)
so they could talk it through. Mom got out and sat on the merry-go-round while
she made this monumental decision, and Dad pushed her as she contemplated.
Finally, Dad got tired and pulled out the marriage license
and said if we aren’t going to get married, we don’t need this license. He set
fire to it and Mom immediately jumped off and put the fire out and the rest is
history.
Mom and Dad raised five children and were married until my
Dad passed in 1998.
If you still have your parents and Grandparents, I urge you
to have them tell their stories. If you are the Parent or Grandparent, document
your story. You may think it is boring or mundane, but your descendants will
cherish it, like I do this one.
beautiful story. I know my parents' story but wish I knew my grandparents' also. We all need to ask more questions when we still have the generations that came before us.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I wish I knew more stories too- I was the last of those 5 kids so I don't remember my grandparents hardly at all and never had a relationship with them- but we still have time to document our own stories.
DeleteI love this story. I know the story of how my mom and dad met and it's sweet also. I'm going to write it down so our daughters will have it. These family stories are so important and get lost easily.
ReplyDeleteI know Caroline- I was the only one she told the story to and it was just coincidence and timing that I learned that story.
DeleteWhat a sweet story. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading! <3
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