First, a posthumous
thank you to those military people who are no longer with us.
A few years
ago my aunt and I were talking and she asked if she’d ever told me the story
about how she and my uncle met. No, I hadn’t heard the story, but I wanted to.
Going back to
the forties, my grandmother ran a USO in Monterey Park, California. One day my
then sixteen-year-old aunt wanted to go to the beach with her friends, but she
had to ask her mother’s permission. One of her friends drove her to the USO
where her mother was working.
She asked for
permission and her mother told her that no, she could not go with her friends.
She made an odd request of her daughter. She asked that she go into the other
room and listen to a young man who was playing the piano. Grudgingly, she
dragged herself to the room. (I can see a sixteen-year-old dragging her feet
because she wanted to go to the beach.)
There sat a
young soldier, playing boogie woogie with flare. Interestingly, he couldn’t
read a note, and yet he was pounding those keys with ease. Not knowing that he couldn't read music, my
aunt walked over and started turning the pages to music that sat on the piano. He kept his eyes on her hands while she flipped pages.
My aunt
watched him. He finally looked up into her big blue eyes. It was, as they say,
love at first sight. Some things are just meant to be, and this was one of
those times.
My aunt
glanced toward the doorway and there stood her mother, grinning from ear to
ear. My grandmother wasn’t the type of woman who enjoyed matchmaking, but there
was something about this young man that caught her attention. He was twenty and
my aunt was sixteen, which could have been a deal-breaker for my grandmother,
but she was fine with it.
My Aunt
Elizabeth and Uncle Scotty were married in 1944 and had 59 wonderful years
together before we lost him. They had two children, and I adore the entire
family.
We can always
use a little romance in our lives, right? I hope you’ve all found your
Elizabeth or your Scotty.
Remember all
of those who’ve gone before us. They had a hand in making us who we are.
Until next
time, go listen to some boogie woogie. You’ll find that you can’t sit quietly
and simply listen. Here’s a sample for both listening and watching: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWDfxgngrNc
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