A loving marriage lasting over six decades is as awe-inspiring as a star-filled night sky. I never grew tired of hearing my parents talk about how they met. Each detail was infused with love that put a twinkle in their eyes as they grew older.
It was springtime in Milwaukee when the city began to thaw and patio furniture came out of hibernation. Locals, excited for warmer temperatures, bid their parkas farewell and reached for shorts and sandals. It did not matter if the weather was only in the fifties; it was still much warmer than living through winter’s aggression. World War II had already begun. The atmosphere was unsettling.
The writing of my parents’ story would not have transpired without Dad’s friend, George. Dad was in the U.S. Army Air Force at the time but home on a 3-day pass. He happened to visit George at work one day at the bank, and walking into the bank’s entry, he noticed a beautiful gal with gorgeous legs sitting behind a desk. He was captivated.
George managed to talk Mom into a blind date with Dad, but the condition was for George and his girlfriend to join in. And so, a double date was set. The beautiful young woman with the nice legs was nineteen and the handsome young gentleman was twenty-one when they met on June 29, 1941. The two couples enjoyed good conversation, laughter, dinner at Wegerman’s Resort at Pewaukee Lake, and dancing to the tunes of Tommy Dorsey and Glen Miller. This evening proved to be the spark that ignited my parent’s love for each other.
Do you believe in love at first sight? They did. Early the following year, Dad was informed that his squadron was to be dispatched to the European Theater. This news and the fact that he was in love with Mom complicated matters. He did not want to lose her, so he proposed, hoping with all his heart her answer would be yes. Her feelings matched his, but she declined Dad’s proposal because of the imminent uncertainty. Mom had never been impulsive, so had she left the decision up to her heart, she would have married him immediately. Dad was disappointed but respected her wishes. However, I should tell you that persistence turned into his new middle name.
Some time passed and while they were out for dinner one night, Dad asked Mom to marry him again. He felt a second try was worthwhile because she was the only woman who held his heart. In the restaurant, they sat on red velvet chairs and their table was dressed in a silky white tablecloth. Twinkle lights glistened above as Dad proposed in the glow of the soft-lit candle on their table. Restaurant patrons nearby witnessed this occasion, clapping when they heard her say, “Yes!” Mom offered her left hand as Dad slipped the solitaire on her ring finger. Its sparkle matched the tears of joy in her eyes. She loved him without a doubt and realized life will always be full of unknowns.
Dad was then stationed overseas for three years – a long time for them to be apart. They stayed in touch by old-fashioned letter writing, which enabled them to learn more about each other and grow closer while separated by an ocean and war. I imagine them holding the precious envelope to their cheek as though it was the cheek of their beloved. They professed their love as their letters flew back and forth among the cotton ball clouds in the sky, befitting as the glue in their long-distance relationship.
The year was 1945 and the weather was frosty in early February. Dad was fortunate to return to America on a “rotation plan,” meaning thirty days at home then returning to Italy. After taking a quick two weeks to plan their wedding, the aisle of the church sanctuary gracefully carried Mom towards her future husband on February 24th as he waited at the altar. She wore an ivory satin wedding gown that cost $39.95 and she looked as elegant and classy as Rita Hayworth. Dad looked handsome as ever in his Air Force Uniform. Following their honeymoon in Chicago at The Edgewater Beach Hotel on Lake Michigan, he returned to Europe and the ink on the stationery kept the fires burning until he was honorably discharged in September.
Over the years, their faces lit up when they told of those early memories. Their romance, love, and excitement danced in every sentence. Now that they have both passed, I miss the story-telling. I miss the animation in Dad’s voice and facial expressions, how Mom filled in the gaps where Dad left blank spaces, or how she fine-tuned his recollections. Their marriage was not devoid of struggles, but it was one of commitment and everlasting love. They were “attached at the hip.” He was her best friend and she was his.
As Dad once said, “That blind date blossomed into sixty-seven years of marriage, three lovely daughters, seven grandchildren, and thirteen great-grandchildren. So, I am very grateful to my friend, George!” To fall in love on a blind date, to hug good-bye in distressing war times, to stay in touch through handwritten letters, and to share seventy years is my parents’ story. Dad is not around to tell their tale anymore, nor is Mom to chime in when she should, but the memories stay vivid and their story is ageless. What a journey they traveled together through rainbows and rainstorms.
Mom and guess who?
I have older sisters who are almost two years apart.
Then I came ten years later. 🙂
I hope you enjoyed my parent’s love story. ❤
Lauren Scott (c) 2020
59 thoughts on “Letters in the Sky”
What a wonderful love story and from a blind date [and George!]!!!! Beautiful smiles run in your family and I love the marriage shot! Many hugs and love and xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Thanks, Marina, and that’s part of the amazing story, all from a blind date. 🙂 Thanks about the smiles, too, and their wedding day photo is one of my favorites also. I’m glad you enjoyed as much as I loved sharing. Much love to you, my friend. 💗💗💗💗💗
Lauren that was such a beautiful story and I could immediately see your face in your mums. How lovely to hold such wonderful memories and thankyou for sharing this.
Thanks so much, Allison, for your lovely comment. My sisters and I have told their story over and over again and never tire of doing so. Like I said, they had raging rivers to cross, but their love through all the years acted as the strength to carry them through, especially during WW II. Sappy, I know, but true. 🙂 Thanks again and stay safe. 💗
Thats a beautiful story
Stay well and laugh when you can
Thanks so much and you do the same!
A wonderful Story, Lauren. Thank you so much for sharing it.
Thanks, John. I’m glad you enjoyed. Have a good day!
You as well. 😊
I enjoyed this, tremendously!
Lauren, this is a love affair that doesn’t end, I mean 13 great grandchildren!
Adore all of the pics, especially of you and your mom.
Thanks, Resa, for your wonderful words. Mom and Dad are missed so much, but we have their story and all the memories to reflect upon. Thanks again! ❤
Oh Lauren. what a delightful beautiful story of Love at first sight.. Their love shines in their faces on their wedding day… So pleased your Dad persisted in asking again… And such beautiful images of your family and you when you were young.. Loved this ….. Brought a huge smile.. ❤ 🙂
Aww, thanks, Sue, for your lovely comment. I’m so glad you enjoyed reading my parents’ story. As I said, they had their own mountains to climb, but their love for each other surpassed any struggles. I’m happy to bring a huge smile. 🙂 Sending love! 💗
True love surpasses any mountain… And after 45yrs myself, we too have had our hills to climb.. But we overcame them, and are better friends and more in love than ever…. 🙂 Love and mega Hugs.. ❤
45 years, Wow! That’s amazing, Sue, and I’m so happy for you. We celebrated 31 in January so will catch up soon. 😉 Hugs and love to you too! 🌻💗❤️
Yes back in January… 🙂 seems a life time ago already. LOL…. Yet still remember every moment of our wedding day.. 🙂
I agree 🙂 and even after 31 years, the memories are vivid. Oh, how the world has changed since January. 🌷💗
Indeed Lauren and who would have thought the world literally could close down.. But Mother Earth is rejuvenating which is a positive.. Sending LOVE and Well wishes my friend ❤
Exactly and so surreal. But like you mentioned, there is positive among the sadness. Love back at you…🌺💗🌺💗
Just lovely, Lauren. And what a blessing to live such a long life together. It sounds like your parents’ love never faded. ❤
Thanks, Diana, and you’re right, their love never faded. It was very hard for Dad when Mom passed because they were together for so long and each other’s best friend. But he had his 3 daughters to help him, which was a blessing. I’m glad you enjoyed. 💕
What a wonderfully beautiful story! Thank you for sharing this.
Thanks so much, Nico. I’m glad you enjoyed! Take care!
Wow! What a lovely story of difficult and uncertain times. Love has always flourished! Thanks for sharing those beautiful pictures of your family. You are looking cute. 🙂
Thanks so much, Balroop, for such a warm comment. Their love definitely carried them through those tough times in history. And I was a little chub! 🙂
A beautiful love story, Lauren… Thanks for sharing! ❤ xo
Thanks very much, Bette. I’m so glad you delighted in my parents’ story. Stay well! 💗
Such a refreshing beautiful story. I loved reading it. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
I’m glad you loved my parent’s story, Ian. I’ll never get tired of telling it. 🙂
Hi Lauren, This is a beautiful story, especially since it is a true story. A legacy. A love story. Everything about this story made me smile. By the way, I was nineteen when I met my husband working in a bank in the Yukon. Another time for my story.
You remind me how letters were very important at that time. I extra love the smiles in their wedding photo. Yes, commitment and everlasting love. Sixty-seven years. No words. Thank you for sharing their love story. It warms my heart.
Thanks, Erica, for your beautiful comment! And you do have a story to write of your own and I’ll look forward to reading it. 🙂 Remember letters? I still send cards and an occasional letter because I love the old fashioned ways. It still amazes me that they stayed in touch, engaged, through handwriting for 3 years. That couldn’t have been easy. So, I love telling their story and I’m sure they’re smiling from above. Thanks again! 💗
A wonderful love story, Lauren. Thank you. This was a delight to read and I love the photographs. Such memories for you all. ❤ ❤
Thanks so much, Jane. I’m so glad you delighted in their story that I’ll never get tired of sharing. The memories are what we hold onto since they’re no longer with us. Hugs ❤
A very heartwarming story!
Thanks, Binky! I’m so glad you enjoyed!
Its making us believe in love… amazing…. 🙂
There is magic in your words, thank you! 💕
Thanks for a compliment… may be because of magical love story… I guess… now a days relationships are being so complicated…. such true love stories remind us love beyond the distance,age or anything is just connection… thanks for sharing this with us…
You’re welcome and I understand what you’re saying. Thanks again for sharing your thoughts. 🌻
A beautiful love story in reality. How fortunate you all are to have been part of that loving journey.
Thank you so much, Kavitha, for your kind comment. And the journey continues through our memories. 🌼
I think there’s nothing better in this world than a true love story. You write about your parents so beautifully and lovingly, I can almost hear them telling you their love tale as you grew up as a child and then a young woman by their sides. Thank you for sharing it with us and those gorgeous gorgeous photos of them. ❤️
I agree, Pam, and thanks for your lovely words and complements. I have a hunch that their love “up above” is stronger than ever as they dance to the tunes from the Big Band Era, and all along watching over us. 🙂 💕
🙂 LOTS of big band music for sure.
I can just hear it, can you? 😊🎵🎶🎵🎶
A most beautiful love story Lauren. Thanks for sharing this lovely tribute to your parents with us. ❤
Thanks, Debby. I’m glad you enjoyed. It’s nice to walk down memory lane now and then. 💗
It sure is. ❤
Oh, I truly enjoyed this, Lauren! What a wonderful love story, and fun to see the pictures. I can imagine how much you miss them! (My parents met on a blind date too! Also love at first sight. It really does happen, thankfully. 😄 ) Hugs to you ❤️❤️
This is one of my favorite stories to tell, Betty, so I’m glad you enjoyed. And what a coincidence of how your parents met, too, and that it was love at first sight. Truly special memories and I think of them every day. Hugs to you, too, and thanks for visiting. Hope it’s a good day for you. 💕🌷
Thanks so much!