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How His Grandparents Met, Part I
It was back in the 1920s that Harold Welsner brought his fiancé home, to show the family his lovely Sandra, blue-eyed beauty, auburn hair, and small bones. He wanted to show he Colorado, his girl had never been out of the east, family gathered to meet hits woman and threw the couple a wonderful feast. They made a prime rib, potatoes and gravy, three different cakes made for the desert, other couples spoke of how they had met, events recalled in the sweetest of words. They even asked his grandmother to tell how she met grandpa forty years back, She just smiled, said,”You know how he is, he doesn’t like talking about stuff like that.” Grandpa Charles didn’t even give out a grunt, just busied himself cutting up the meat, Harold didn’t think that much about it until later, when he rested his feet. He was on the back-porch in a rocker, his grandpa sat in another nearby, when the old man was sure they were alone he leaned forwards, looked Harold in the eye, said,”You grandmother isn’t incorrect, I don’t much like to talk about those days, but the doctor says I have a cancer, so someone should hear what I have to say.” The news came as a real shock to Harold, “Are you certain there’s nothing to be done?" His grandpa nodded,”Enough about that, I’ve waited long to tell this to someone. “You know I was born back in old England, our family long had lived in cool Yorkshire, we’d long made a living with our cooperage, where I spent much of my first nineteen years. “You probably have cousins still living there, but I’m rambling…this story is about me, how I fell for the most beautiful girl... and how that love drove me across the sea. “She was only eighteen when I met her, and her eyes were so deep and magnetic… Her lilting laugh struck a chord deep inside, it could make a big man go pathetic. “She had a wit that put others to shame, and spoke only honeyed words when talking, we went on strolls and picnics together, spoke hopeful words of what the future would bring. “I spent several months in fervent courting, while our families the details arranged, I thought everything was written in the stars, but slowly I sensed that something had changed. “The smiles were smaller, the laugh less happy, I heard rumors she had been seen about, some whispered about the Viscount Edgerly, said that with him she’d been stepping out... CONTINUES IN PART II.
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