On our pie date |
This all started because I wanted to hear their love story. I scheduled a coffee and pie date and picked
them up.
“Tell me your story. How
did you meet?”
Grandpa, 94, responds, “My memory is so poor I could hide my own Easter
eggs.”
It was November 20th, 1941.
Grandma has moved to Asilomar with her friend Louise, following
high school graduation.
Grandpa, originally from Colorado, had been drafted into the army,
he was stationed at Fort Ord.
The Lodge at Asilomar |
Grandpa’s friend Milt had a car, which was rare, and they found
themselves at the Asilomar lodge “We’d just heard there were girls there.” As fate would have it, grandma had heard
“quite a few soldiers spent time there, so we went to check it out.”
A special thank you must be extended to Milt; first, for having
the car, second, for the courage to approach the girl at the desk and ask if
she would like to go for a ride. We must
also thank Louise for not giving Milt the cold shoulder.
Not much has changed from 1941 regarding guys calling dibs,
because that is exactly what Grandpa did.
He told Milt “I want that one,” gesturing to Grandma.
“Milt was almost bald headed and short, I didn’t
think much of him.” But beside Milt
stood Bill (grandma) and “He was SO cute!” gushed Grandma.
Grandpa recalls they attempted to go to a bar for
a drink, but the bar refused to serve the girls because they were under
age. Instead, they went to a restaurant
down the street for hamburgers (I’m not buying this whole poor memory thing).
During the conversation grandma mentioned the
light bulb in her apartment had burnt out.
Grandpa excused himself to the restroom and returned carrying a small
paper bag. Inside the bag was a light
bulb. He had raced down the street to
the hardware store…wasn’t this a bright idea (get it?!). “He bought me light bulb, so that I could see
to read.”
“It was the smartest purchase I’d ever made.”
Grandpa said several times, “In the short time I
knew her, I knew she was very special.”
I asked grandma, “Did you know right away?”
“I was so PLEASED to see him. He was so cute, so handsome. And polite. held
the chair for me, open the car door for me, his manners were so good.” (I
swear, Grandma, they don’t make them like this anymore.)
They met on November 20th 1941, and
went on 3 dates before Grandpa was deployed November 29th 1941. While he was in the Aleutian Islands they
corresponded by letters; Grandpa smiled as he said, “She wrote good letters!” When
he returned from his first deployment Grandpa asked Grandma to marry him. They were wed July 19th, 1944, in
San Francisco. He was deployed to the
south pacific shortly after. Grandpa
returned to San Francisco on their one-year anniversary for he had been wounded
in battle.
“All the way through you can see” (gestures
towards the heavens). “Everything worked out exactly right. It was perfect for me. I just happened to fall into, no, luck into
it. All of this, her." (gestures towards
grandma)
Grandma and Grandpa’s love story filled my heart with hope, peace,
faith, and above all, LOVE. Hope that
one day I’ll get to share my love story with my granddaughter. Peace knowing all good gifts comes from
above; my future rests in the creator’s perfect hands. Love stories revive my faith that my love
story is being written, even though my relationship status remains very
single. I left our pie date with a heart
overflowing with admiration for the love my grandparents share, their love has
survived many trials, and yet at 69 year
married they are still clearly smitten with one another.
Do you believe in love at first light? I certainly do.