Wednesday, June 3, 2009

GI Joe Meets Rosie the Riveter

Today would have been my dad’s 95th birthday, so it seems like a good opportunity to tell the story of how my parents met.

If you read War Stories the other day, you know that Dad served in Afghanistan and Burma during WWII. In early 1943, following his medical discharge, he returned to Dayton, Ohio, where his folks were living. By shucking the back brace he was supposed to wear, he reclaimed his job as second-shift supervisor at United Aircraft.

I once saw a copy of the UA newsletter welcoming him back. It contained a picture of him, looking impossibly young, his skinny butt parked on an Army-surplus desk, wearing the cockiest grin you’ve ever seen. Every able-bodied male between the ages of 18 and 40 was overseas at the time, and here he was, a 30-year-old war hero. The women were lined up for blocks.

Into this male fantasy stepped my mom. Her family had just relocated to Dayton from Kentucky following the death of my grandfather. Grandma ran a boarding house while Mom and my Aunt Dortha worked as waitresses at the Green Mill Restaurant. Aunt Dortha has great memories of working there together, flirting with the customers and earning their first wages, but there were three younger kids at home, so when a factory job that paid better came along, Mom took it.

She was 22 years old then, and she once told me, “I thought I was the cutest thing in shoe leather.” Selective about whom she dated, she quickly acquired a reputation for being stuck on herself.

No way could Dad resist that challenge.

One afternoon at the start of her shift, as she was walking through the factory to her press, he stepped out in front of her, forcing her to a stop.

“How’d you like to go out with me on Friday?” he said. Before she could refuse, he snapped his fingers. “Oh, wait. I’m busy on Friday.” And as everyone hollered with laughter and Mom’s face flamed, he sauntered away.

The next day, he repeated the trick. “How about a movie on Saturday? Oh, that’s right, I already have a date.” Even more people had gathered to watch Miss High-and-Mighty get her come-uppance, so the roars of laughter were even louder.

The third time he tried it, though, she was ready for him. As soon as he said, “How about having dinner with me?” she instantly said, “Yes.”

One hour into that date, they got into a fight and she made him take her home.

That was in mid-April, and they repeated that pattern – go out, fight like wildcats, take her home early, until they married, six weeks later.



A choice bit of wisdom she passed on to us from her first year of marriage was, “No matter how mad you are, don’t throw spaghetti at your husband. It’s too hard to clean off the wall.”

They remained married – fighting and loving – for over 30 years, until Mom passed away. Although my dad was a widower for nearly as long as he was a husband, he never remarried because, he said, there was no one else like my mom.

I think that knife cut both ways.

19 comments:

ladyfi said...

What a gloriously romantic and funny love story. Especially that bit about the spaghetti. (It's only hard to clean off if it has sauce on it, though...)

Comedy Goddess said...

Wonderful! Your dad sure played that one right!

Love the picture! Six weeks turns into thirty years?! Wow! That's sayin' somethin'!

darsden said...

Awe what a wonderful story.. cute as shoe leather I haven't ever heard that...too funny and what a love story and the love you dad had for your mom. WOW! wonderful reading :-)

Chef E said...

Awww! Beautiful story, and great way to honor your father!

I agree, its the sauce that is so darn hard to remove...

buffalodick said...

Great story! This is what I feel emotion for- true stories told well... Everyone has a few good tales in them- about common people that weren't,if for even a little while, weren't common-but special...

Rachel Cotterill said...

That's an amazing story, I love it! I have to confess to complete ignorance of how people manage to sustain relationships with lots of fighting, but it's great it worked for them! :)

Steven G said...

I agree with Chef E....this blog was a lovely way to honor your parents. One can clearly see where you get your good looks and impish smile... possible blog opportunity, too...stories of how we all met our significant others.

My favorite true story is from my client Fred Young in Boston. Every Saturday night, back in the day, the boys would stand on the walkway overlooking the boardwalk down by the beach. When they would see a group of cute girls passing under...they would take turns shouting out a random girls name. When a girl would answer to her name, the guys would catch up with them and embellish a story of how they met somewhere...and so on.

One night Fred yelled out, "Judy!". A young girl turned around... and now with children and grandchildren they have been together over 40 years!

K said...

Sounds like a great match.

Love the story.

Roshni Mitra Chintalapati said...

amazingly sweet story!
Don't throw spaghetti..practical words of wisdom!

The Things We Carried said...

Oh my gosh, you have me in tears. I love a REAL love story!

naveen said...

Nice love story, this is as new as now..I like it.

I can help my wife in cleaning the wall provided a sorry and loves me 100 times more then the normal..hahaha:)

Dedene said...

That's so sweet! Your mom was a cute little thing, albeit feisty.

Makes me think of my folks, they are from the same generation.

Belle said...

What a wonderful story!

CDB said...

What a great, great story. This made me smile. Very sweet, and happy bday to your Dad, wherever he may be looking on, reading your blog.

Debbie said...

You chose so well. That is a great story to honor your father.

anymommy said...

A beautiful story, lovingly told. Thanks for writing it for us.

Far Side of Fifty said...

Oh I really enjoyed this one..what a pair! Thanks for sharing! :)

Jan said...

Wonderful story. I love old memories like that. I have a few myself. Trying to catch up on my reading here. You have given me an idea for my 100th post. I have been thinking for a while now but now I think I've got somwthing!

Jan said...

Wonderful story. Made me smile. You have given me an idea for my 100th post!

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