Wednesday, February 11, 2009

We Meet At Last #6

The years between 1953 and 1958, I pretty much did as I wanted to do, and mostly I was happy. I did have responsibility's of maintaining my apartments and my car. In 1954 I traded my old Ford for a 1953 Pontiac, this was such a nice car, light green, was automatic shift and no dents or scratches on it, and talk about a smooth ride. I dated off and on, never liked my dates, nothing personal, just was not interested in dating, liked to be on my own, this is a trait of mine, I am still like that, never minding if I do things by myself.

A couple things happened to me when I had my own apartments, I will start with the one mom and I shared. One morning after I was ready for work, I went out to my car, I started it up and let it warm, I thought I would check and see if I had water in the radiator, forgetting that the fan belt was running. If a car had not honked its horn at me, that made me wake up, I said to myself, my gosh if I would of stuck my hand in to check the water, with the fan belt going I would probably lost my hand, or at least cut off some fingers. I was shaking so bad, I could hardly drive to work. The other thing is, I moved out of this apartment when mom moved in with Leon to a one room down town, I had no parking, so they let me park between the road and sidewalk. I came home one night, a man pulled in behind me and bumped my car. I was so scared, I pulled out and went as fast as I could up and down streets. When I had lost him I quickly went back and parked, I ran fast for the door, but the lady downstairs kept it locked, she had a window on the porch, I knocked on it, all the time looking over my shoulder. She let me in the entrance hallway and locked as soon as I was in, I ran up stairs and looked out my windows for hours. This never happened again, I soon after moved in with mom.

I moved in with mom in the spring of 1958, it was different from when she lived with me, she was still drinking but I had a car and would go out after I ate and stay until bedtime. My cousin, Bill was married to my husbands sister at this time, and could not stand it because I was single, he called me an old maid, and in my time you were, if not married by 25 years old. Bills wife Sandy called me at work four or five times a day, remember I was switchboard operator and answered the phones and at that time no way to know who was calling. I finally agreed to meet her brother Friday night, before I went bowling, I told her to come out to Ruths, they knew where she lived.

I was very nervous and not ready to start dating again, I had just broke up with a man that wanted to get married, he was very nice, he became president of his company, what was I thinking. Friday night came, I told Ruth I was expecting someone and would she please get the door. It turned out Wayne did not want to get out of the car, he was too nervous and felt sick at his tummy. I peeked out the window and Bill motioned for me to come out, I put my jacket on and went out to the car and climbed into the back seat. I was introduced by his sister Sandy, they told me to call him Wayne, his first name was Charles, but he did not like the name, he looked really embarrassed when she told me all this. We said Hi and before I knew it, I was asking them to come watch our team bowl, I usually never warmed up to men that quickly. Sandy spoke first and said they would be glad to come along and I was thinking to myself, wait until I get you two alone, grrr.

22 comments:

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Patty said...

Perhaps it was love at first sight for you two.

Several of our daughter were older when they got married and my Mother's Mother kept saying to me, you might as well face it, you're just going to have a lot of old maids on your hands. I told her that's ok by me, at least they weren't out with every Tom, Dick and Harry and coming home pregnant and having babies. Our one daughter was 32 and the other one was almost 30.

You see my Grandmother married at 15, and she let my Mother marry at not quite 14. So when I married at almost 19, she acted like I was old. LOL. I never dated much, I believe I probably had about ten different fellows I went out with. I liked one kid all through high school and when he joined the Air Force I was a Senior and he said he thought we should date others. I said ok, well come to find out, he had been dating others all along, I had to be home by a certain time, then he would go pick up these other girls that didn't have a curfew, if you now what I mean. So it was during that time period that I dated about ten different fellas, most were just one date. Until I ran into Mr. Abe. LOL

I'll be waiting to hear more about you and Wayne.

Back Through Time said...

I love reading your stories, you have such a way of expressing yourself. Can't wait to read more:-)
Hugs,
Michelle

Merle said...

Dear Margaret ~ ~ I enjoyed reading about your meeting with your husband and look forward ti
reading more about the blossoming romance.
Thank you so much for your messages and concern for our fires in Victoria. It has been an awful time and there are over 1,000 houses destroyed and almost 200 dead, but they expect both numbers to increase. Glad you enjoyed the jokes.
Take great care, dear friend, Love, Merle.

Renie Burghardt said...

Hi Margaret,

I loved the 50s. I came to America in 1951 at 14, as an immigrant. What a change from the horrors of World War II and life in a refugee camp. I embraced this country wholeheartedly, went to school, made lots of friends and had lots of fun. I was married in 1958. Although the marriage wasn't a good one, I got 3 wonderful children out of it, and am not sorry it happened,

I look forward to reading the next installment, as love will be in the air, I'm sure.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Hugs,

Renie

Gramma Ann said...

Hello Margaret,

I too, grew up in the 50s, I was married in 1958, and over 50 years later, we are still looking at each other! ;)

It is fun to read about how people met their spouse. Do you still bowl? It sounds like a fun first date. I am looking forward to the next chapter in the life of the "old digger" and her adventures.

Ann

ancient one said...

I have never, ever, been bowling... My cousins did and enjoyed it... they were'nt married, I was...*sigh

I am loving all your life stories. I'm caught up again...

Judy said...

Happy Valentine's Day to you. I hope you have a good weekend. Your stories are so interesting and like others have said, you all must have liked each other at first sight. I think it is funny that he changed his name. I love to bowl but have not been for some time.

Missy said...

Ha ha ha I can't wait to hear what happend next. Love your story's. Have a great weekend!

Denise said...

I can't wait to hear your next post. You tell a wonderful story. It flows like water, and keeps you interested from the first sentence to the last. Just love reading them.

chubskulit said...

Great story Ms. Margaret, happy Valentines Day... May love contnue to grow in your hearts!

Steppa and her Babys +Lover Guy said...

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The Cat Realm said...

And right on Valentine you will tell us about the first kiss, right? Happy Valentine to you!
The Cat Realm

Merle said...

Dear Margaret ~ ~ Again thank you for your kind words for the victims and survivors of this disaster and for your prayers for rain. We so badly need it.
I am glad the weather is starting to warm up for you and the snow almost gone. Glad you enjoyed the elephant story and selling the car for $15. Lol. You are so kind and I thank you fo that. I really love my blogging friends ho have all been so supportive. Take good care, Margaret,
Love, Merle.

Cat with a garden said...

Hey, we wanted to wish you a very happy Valentine's Day! Purrs, Siena & Chilli

caspersmom said...

It is interesting to read about someone else who grew in the 50's. I graduated from High School in 1956 and got married in 1960. My husband and I will be together for 49 years this May. Loa told me about your blogger site. Take care and God Bless.

caspersmom said...

Oh by the way Happy Valentines Day.

debbie said...

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY SWEET LADY
LOVE THIS NEW INSTALLMENT...QUITE A STORY...IT IS HARD TO BELIEVE PEOPLE MARRIED AS YOUNG AS 14 AND 15...BUT I STARTED GOING STEADY WITH MY HUSBAND WHEN WE WERE BOTH 15...WE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A DRIVERS LICENSE YET--OUR PARENT DROVE US TO CHURCH AND SCHOOL DANCES AND CHURCH CAMP....
TIMES WERE HARD FOR YOU
BLESSINGS
HUGS
debbie

Hootin' Anni said...

What a story....marriage is a great institution and well worth living together with one!! I loved this blog.

Hope you had a wonderful Valentine's Day.
Thanks for visiting me and viewing my Photo Hunt blog yesterday!!

Midlife Mom said...

I am so enjoying your walk down memory lane Margaret! Can't wait for the next chapter in the story. I loved the 50's. I was young but it was just a wonderful time to grow up and more my kind of living then now. I loved having all of the moms home all day and the freedom to roam and not fear for my safety. Times have sure changed.

I posted some pictures of my dear ferrets in my post before the one I put up today. I still miss them, they were just sooooooooo much fun!

Lilly's Life said...

Oh this is really interesting Margaret and how you met Wayne (Charles)! Looking forward to reading the rest.

Margaret Cloud said...

Thank you for coming by and commenting.

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