Destined from Childhood
He was 10 and I was 6. I was visiting family. We saw each other then went our separate ways. Who knew our paths would continue to cross?
Six years later, we met for the second time. This time was different. He was a handsome 16-year-old and I was a skinny 12-year-old. A mutual friendship was developing, but no sparks of romance. I didn’t see him again for two more years.
He joined the Navy. On his first furlough, he came to see his father. Our fathers worked together at a prison camp. I looked out the window and saw the most handsome man in a navy uniform walking up. When I opened the door, I saw that this was indeed the same 10-year-old that I saw eight years ago. Except this time, he was no longer a boy, but a handsome sailor. From then on, we were together every time he was on furlough. I finished high school in 1951, and on Oct. 6, 1951, we married. We were married just over 70 years until Jesus called him home. We have five children, eight grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren.
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