How My Parents Met
If my grandfather were reborn today, I'm pretty sure he'd grow up to be a rapper. The photos are from the family album and the words here are my mom's and my grandpa Bill's
My Father wrote poems about everything and everybody. He wrote love poems to my Mother on every occasion. I just found this among some old papers and thought it was too cute to get tossed after I was gone. Mother told us this story several times and even years later she was still irritated. I could never see why. It happened in McGill Nevada in the early 20‘s.
From
every tongue the question came
“Have
you met THE NURSE?”
The
more it was repeated --
My
embarrassment grew worse.
I
saw her passing everyday--
McGill
just had one street.
My
pride was hurt. I made a pledge
The
two of us must meet.
Well,
Labor Day was coming up.
The
Elks would have a dance.
Again,
my pledge to meet THE NURSE.
This
was my hoped for chance!
My
pals gave me a ribbing
But
what made matters worse
I
said I would go dancing
And
my date would be THE NURSE.
They
all screamed in chorus:
“YOU
HAVEN’T MET HER YET!
Here’s
five bucks says you’re crazy”
Well,
I covered EVERY BET.
At
seven they were leaving
For
they all had a date.
They
made some nasty wisecracks
About
the hour being late.
I
always like the challenge
To
capture things beyond my reach.
With
the help of a desert Cherry
I
met the Utah peach.
And
as we walked into the dance
We
had barely hit the door,
My
pals paid off their five buck bets,
And
then THE NURSE got sore!
September
6 will always be
A
most important date.
We
revere the cherished memories
And
we always celebrate.
Some
say it was all pure luck.
Still
others call it Fate.
But
I think my Guardian Angel
Really
arranged that date.
Thirty
nine years have now gone by.
All
happiness. Not a tinge of regrets.
Yet
sometimes I feel sort of chintzy.
Making
those five buck bets.
I
hope that I am forgiven
For
I seek no wedding woe.
But
frankly, Doris, I needed
Every
dime of that doggone dough.
-Blog
by Jean Clarice Walsh
-Poem
by her father, William S. Bolger
And here are Doris and Bill at grandpa Bill's 65th birthday party...
Can't really tell if she's forgiven him yet...
Isn't that a knife in her hand?
Isn't that a knife in her hand?
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