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November 2009 
How did your grandparents meet?
Posted on Sep 14th, 2009
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heemes
heemes
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for June 26, 2009:
This QaR was originally posted the day after my 46th birthday, my second out here in Arizona.
I asked my mom yesterday about this. Here is the story.
My grandmother, whom we affectionately call Mimi, was attending dance class at a local school in Detroit, MI. She was 20 years of age. Her brother, my great uncle Gordon, was having a party on Saturday with some of his friends from the neighborhood. As Mimi arrived home, she noticed the party was in progress. So she went upstairs, changed out of her dance clothes, and joined the party.
A young man named Fred saw this pretty Irish girl and he started talking to her. This conversation went on for quite a while. Near the end of the party, he did something rather forward. He asked her if he could drive her home, which was the custom of young men to demonstrate their interest in a young lady. Mimi responded, "This is my home." Fred was surprised since Gordon had never mentioned his sister to him. They both started laughing.
Three years later, on a beautiful August afternoon, they became married.
I asked my mom yesterday about this. Here is the story.
My grandmother, whom we affectionately call Mimi, was attending dance class at a local school in Detroit, MI. She was 20 years of age. Her brother, my great uncle Gordon, was having a party on Saturday with some of his friends from the neighborhood. As Mimi arrived home, she noticed the party was in progress. So she went upstairs, changed out of her dance clothes, and joined the party.
A young man named Fred saw this pretty Irish girl and he started talking to her. This conversation went on for quite a while. Near the end of the party, he did something rather forward. He asked her if he could drive her home, which was the custom of young men to demonstrate their interest in a young lady. Mimi responded, "This is my home." Fred was surprised since Gordon had never mentioned his sister to him. They both started laughing.
Three years later, on a beautiful August afternoon, they became married.
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“This is my home.” How charming, Paul!…..beautiful!
Yes Cheyenne, I was getting choked up as my mom told me this. It is a very sweet moment, both then and now. :-)
When reading this story, Paul, I felt like I was reading a novel! A love story…I could see it, the room, the smells, her dress, her flirtation, his smile!
I can understand and well imagine you getting choked up!
This is lovely, indeed, Paul. It sounds so simple and heart-filled.
Cheyenne, I believe it was a novel, one that took over fifty years to write. :-)
Kathy, I know you know this, but I'll say it anyway. Love is simple. When two people love each other as my grandparents did, life is simple too.