I think my mom really wants to start her own blog, but she's not quite there yet. From time to time though, she sends my sister and I emails that are pseudo blog posts. I wanted to share this one with you:
I couldn't let the month end without sharing something that's been on my mind a lot the last 6 weeks. It was 50 years ago last month, I met your father. By mid-October 1954, I was very much in love - in love as only a 15 yr old can be.
His arrival in K-town had been talked about by his family all summer long. Recently discharged from the Navy, he was coming to stay with his brother and sister-in-law in order to attend UW. The second week in Sept. another sister-in-law of his asked me to baby-sit L., a cute little 6 month old.
Your father met me at the family's door with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in another. He was there with his good buddy, JP. What a fun night -- they talked "jive", something new to me, and played off each other wonderfully - I was laughing and enjoying their company immensely. We parted with my asking him to go to the LW football game the next week.
Our first real date was the third week in October when he took me to Seattle to see "Jazz at the Philharmonic". We're talking Ella Fitzgerald, Stan Getz, Gene Kupra here. I was too naive to even understand the magnitude of what I was seeing. Your father was very knowledgeable, however. He knew all the musicians and could name the musical numbers after the opening bars. I was smitten, then and there. (He had a ways to go regarding me - but that's his story, this is mine.)
The thing that strikes me is - if I had sat down 50 yrs ago tonight and written a scenerio of what I would want my life to be like in 50 years, it would look very familar:
1) Be married to J.
2) Live close to Mom and my sister
3) To have 2 well educated and loving daughters
4) Be financially secure
5) Be a grandmother
There have been hiccups and sidebars along the way -- but this is where I would have wanted to be in general from the time I was 15.
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