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What happened after the champagne-or-possibly-beer spilling incident?
M: We must've talked for two straight hours. Well, mostly, he talked, and I listened. He told me all about Samoa, and San Francisco, and all his travels abroad. I thought it was very exotic. I was young, remember? And your father being so much older than I was, he'd had a lot more life experiences. And he was a walking encyclopedia — still is. I have to admit, I was enthralled.
D: But, don't forget, she was about to marry an ol' boy named Jim something-or-another...
M: He would've made a good husband.
D: I think he was gay. He ended up becoming a priest, you know.
M: That's not very nice.
D: What? He did become a priest.
M: I don't think he was gay. Besides, who cares if he was?
D: I didn't say it was a bad thing. I just said he was probably gay, that's all.
M: Why? Because he was nice, and tidy, and enjoyed classical music?
D: For starters.
M: Unlike someone I know, Jim would always hang up his jacket, instead of just letting it fall wherever when he walks through the door. And he would never track mud in onto the carpet, or leave his shoes in the middle of the floor, or... I should've married Jim.
D: You would've been miserable! But you would have an extremely tidy, well-decorated house.
M: Oh, stop it.
For the record, would you tell the court where you went after Bob Moon's party?
D: We went to The Merch — short for the Merchant Seamen's Club.
Because you are my parents, I'm not going to make a joke about the name of that club. But it's causing me physical pain.
M: The Merch was the place to go out in Charleston, in those days. It was basically a jazz club. One of those places where you'd find people from every background, every walk of life. Everyone from debutantes to poor white trash to famous jazz musicians hung out at The Merch. It was an institution. So we danced...
D: And had a few more drinks.
M: And then somehow, he convinced me to let him come back to my place for a cup of coffee.
Wasn't that scandalous, letting a, uh, "gentleman caller" come back to your place on the first date? Heck, before the first date?
M: Oh, well, it's not like anything happened. I made that clear from the get-go. We just drank coffee, and he talked. I was so tired I was about to die — it was two in the morning — but I couldn't get him to leave.
D: Ha! I tried to leave, but she wouldn't let me. She practically blocked the door!
M: Don't listen to your father. But we still have the mugs we drank the coffee out of.
Those orange, floral mugs — the ones that come out every year on Bob Moon Day...
M: Those are the ones.
How soon thereafter did you see each other again?
M: The next day. He showed up at the school where I taught. He brought a bunch of TV sets for my classroom.
TV sets? Wouldn't a box of candy have been cheaper?
D: I was working for EDTV at the time, and my job was to train teachers to use educational television. She was a teacher, so I figured, why not train her?
M: It was like he was stalking me. He called about ten times a day. I think finally I agreed to marry him just to make him stop calling.
D: That's not true! She's the one who wouldn't leave me alone. She begged me to marry her. Begged!
You got married on April 11 — just nine weeks after you met on Bob Moon Day. I wasn't born until years later, so it wasn't a shotgun wedding. Why the big hurry?
M: He told me we had to get married, right away, because he was about to start his Ph.D. program at U.C. Berkeley, and he wanted me to go with him.
D: Besides, when you meet the right person, why wait?
How did your families react when you told them you were marrying someone you'd only known for a few weeks?
M: My brothers said, "He would be fine for Rosemary [her older sister], but he's too old for you."
D: After meeting your mother, my mama took me aside and said, "I like this one. Don't mess it up." Then she added, "This is the last time I lend you money for an engagement ring."
Ouch. Because your first marriage had ended after less than a year?
D: But I was very young, the first time!
M: I later found out that my father said, before we got married, "I give it six months, tops." The funny thing is, at the time, I didn't really think of marriage as something permanent. In the back of my mind, I kind of thought I would marry a few different men in the course of my lifetime. I went into it with the attitude of, "If it doesn't work out, we can just get a divorce."
The two of you came pretty close to divorce on more than one occasion. Why stick it out?
D: She would be miserable without me!
M: Mmm. Actually, I think part of it goes back to Bob Moon Day. The random, once-in-a-blue-moon meeting. Something about it always felt... I dunno, like fate. That immediate, magnetic attraction. Even in the bad times. Whatever it was that drew us together — whether it was love or madness — it never entirely went away.
D [(deliberately?) off-key]: "Some enchanted evening... You may see a stranger... Across a crowded room..."







Commentarium (7 Comments)
This is so wonderful. I love this feature.
"D: I think he was gay. He ended up becoming a priest, you know.
M: That's not very nice. "
hahahaha
I love this feature too. These two are adorable, I love the banter.
I'm starting to wonder how many relationships have started from spilt beverages.
Love love love this!!! Honest and sweet and lovable.
That was great. It's refreshing to hear from people who don't pretend to have been storybook happy 24/7, but who managed to stay together anyway. Some of the parents in these stories have relationships that sound awesome, but I almost feel sorry for whoever marries their kids, since they'll have such a high bar set for them. This couple sounds real, kinda like the scrappy folks in my big Boston-Irish family.
thanks for sharing. lovely.
Lurve this part:
D: I didn't say it was a bad thing. I just said he was probably gay, that's all.
M: Why? Because he was nice, and tidy, and enjoyed classical music?
D: For starters.