posted on Sep, 5 2016 @ 11:20 AM
originally posted by: tikbalang
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Could you tell me the story about your first love, and what it means to you now?
Good morning, everyone
Ah, my lady Fern.
I fell in love the first moment I saw her. A very sweet face and a sweeter personality (like a cupcake!)
She wanted nothing to do with me, which probably accelerated my interest a tad. After about a year of being ignored, I finally asked her friend
Dorothy to introduce us (that was the way it was done in those days, you couldn't just go up to a girl and start talking for some reason...) I've
explained what happened next, demands were made to 'see my report card'. It was awful, most likely B-, Cs and the occasional D. Spent the next year
buckling down to prove I could do it. Good thing there was still time left in school.
I bought the Model A in 1930 brand new off the lot, on time... and I was one of the few guys with a car. Imagine them selling a brand new car to a
snot-nosed 15 year old kid without a job? All I had were odd jobs here and there! But I never missed a payment! It was the beginning of the
Depression and 'ol Henry Ford needed to sell those things! There was dances in Des Moines at the YMCA and I started bringing girls to the dances,
stuffed into the backseat and the rumble seat (Fern made all the trips with me, which meant I got to spend that much more time with her and I wasn't
going to let her be at the dance alone with all the other boys!); I was quite popular with all the other boys, because I was bringing all these girls
to the dances for them! Then after the dance was over, if a boy took a liking to a certain girl, sometimes they'd ask me if they could take her home.
Nothing doing! I brought her, I took her home safe and sound. If you wanted to take her out, you had to ask her father first and do it proper!
I'm presuming things aren't done that way now... :-/
The other big thing to do was go out for ice cream after school, or sledding. Clear Lake was nearby and they had a big auditorium that brought in big
acts from all over, bigger than anything that could be held in Des Moines (Clear Lake was famously where the Big Bopper's plane took off from and
crashed, taking Buddy Holly and Richie Valens too - 'the day the music died').
Besides having kids and the interruption of the war and me spending two years in Japan, on vacations we went rock hounding and shell hunting, camping
out with the kids. We saw every state in the union including Alaska and Hawaii. Towards the middle of the 70s, my mother and all my sisters and
brother moved out to California (they were all golfers) and we all moved into the same mobile home park. I'm the last one left now of all of them.