Valentine’s Day is around the corner, and with it comes the interesting conversations about how couples met one another. Many times my sisters and I have heard the story of how our mom and dad met. My mom is 89 years old now but, when prompted, she can still recall the details.
It was about 1945, and young women were swooning over Frank Sinatra’s sultry voice, and young men were fighting for their country in WWII. My mom, along with her girlfriends, left a theatre in NYC after seeing Frank Sinatra live, and my dad, dressed in his Navy uniform, along with his buddies, was trying to get to Coney Island. They walked past each other and lightning struck in one look. They stopped, talked … and my mom brought my dad home to Queens, and introduced him to her parents.
In those days, it wasn’t uncommon to welcome someone from the military into your home, providing them with a meal and shelter for the night. So my father was welcomed, fed, and given a sofa to sleep on in my grandparents’ home. My father’s ship sailed out the next day (he never did make it to Coney Island), but a love was born between them that lasted 63 married years. And, although my dad has passed away, I can honestly say, my mom and dad’s love for one another still lives on.
I wonder if this sparks a memory of the story of how your parents met? Or of your own story?