Brown-eyed boy It was a cold February day in Michigan in 1949. I was just beginning my junior year of high school. I was sitting in homeroom when a tall slim man with wavy brown hair walked into the room. He was wearing a uniform, and he had the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen. I turned to the girl next to me and said, “That’s the man I’m going to marry.” I soon found out that he was 21 years old and had just returned from three years in the Air Corps and was finishing high school. We saw each other around school that spring, but I didn’t see him all summer. We had our first date in the fall, when school started again. We went to a drive-in-movie. It was pouring rain and his car leaked, but that didn’t matter. We were married in February 1951. Now six children, 11 grandchildren and four great-grandchildren later, we are still together. The wavy brown hair is gone, but I still look into those beautiful brown eyes everyday. Mary Porter, New Bern, Tideland EMC |
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