An Old Fashioned Love Story
My dad’s parents were married seventy years, and never spent a single day apart except for the time my grandfather was away at war. Their love story started in a time and place that chaperones weren’t enough- a young lady was simply told a man wanted to marry her, and she said yes or no- no chaperoned dates, no time spend alone together, no discussions about dreams and careers and splitting of chores. In those old fashioned times, you simply decided based on what you knew of each others reputations, family, and appearance.
My 19 year old grandfather fell in love with my 19 year old grandmother as he spied her sitting in the back of the church. Back then, all the females sat in the back of the church so they would not distract the men (I guess my grandfather shouldn’t have been peaking behind him then). The old fashioned way of meeting a woman to marry was an introduction through family. He asked his father to ask her father if he could marry her, and her father refused. My grandfather was a hardworking young man, a man of great repute and integrity, but he simply was not tall enough for her, at least in her father’s opinion.
When my grandmother found out this fine young man was in love with her and wanted to marry her, she begged her father to let her, and finally he gave in. They married, and their love story spanned two continents. They had ten children, seven of whom survived difficult village life. My grandfather learned basic medicinal care and became the “doctor” for the poor village, and never spent his days in the cafe like the other men did, but went straight home to help his beloved wife with their many children and farm chores. They loved each other, and when they came to America, even though they were separated from their children by lottery (quotas were set in the 1950’s and lotteries selected the lucky few who would have the opportunity to travel by boat across an ocean to Ellis Island and a new world), they were never separated from each other.
Love that lasts….
My grandfather passed away at 89. My grandmother became his caretaker in his later years, as his arthritis became almost crippling, and he spent his time sitting in a garden reading the Bible, or taking slow walks with his many grandchildren and wooden cane. After he passed away, she lived to be 99, and quietly passed away herself after a full, adventurous life that lasted almost a century.
I wish I had photos to share of them in their youth, but they did not take photographs, or buy wedding gowns, or really record their history much at all. My grandmother could not read or write, and my grandfather did not think to ever keep a journal. When my grandfather passed away, I asked her to please tell me about her life, as I realized that she wouldn’t be around forever. She told me about the war years, their country being invaded by German soldiers, how they met, stories about their children- my father and aunts and uncles.
To this day I am grateful that I spent the time with her before it was too late. She taught me to knit, and she and my grandfather taught us all what real love was. He was a handsome young boy who at 19 knew he wanted to devote himself and his life to a beautiful, modest, and chaste young woman he spied in the back of a church, and for seventy years they doted on each other and loved us all. Their love story was a gift to us all.
What an amazing story. I had goosebumps reading it. Thank you for sharing this 🙂 True love story!
That is a beautiful love story and what a testimony. Awesome.
About my blog, I have no idea i fit is genesis or not lol. I will ask Angie though and let you know. She did a wonderful job on it I think and she did make it so me. I love it. Good trade for a cute elephant hat huh??
That is such a gift that she shared all those stories with you. I hope you have written them all down so that you can pass them on as well. It’s amusing that height played into his initial decision on saying no, huh?
This is a beautiful post.
Your post shows you are a thinker.
beautiful…we have to capture those stories before they are gone…love listening to others stories…and know you will treasure them…
That is SO sweet!
Such a sweet story. I loved reading about their love and devotion to each other.
Thanks for sharing! The history of who we are and where we came from is inspiring, isn’t it? I love knowing that they were married for 70 years, that’s a really long time. My grandparents were married 60+ years before my Grandfather passed away.
That is beautiful and so sweet. Thanks for sharing! I love stories like this. 🙂
I agree, this is a beautiful story Penelope. Where did your dad’s family come from originally?
It shows that we take so much for granted these days. There was a lot more respect then too. Wonderful post. Thanks.
What a beautiful and touching love story.
I love this story. What country did they come from? Family history is so wonderful to know. I love how they loved each other and how he was such a good husband to her, too. They sound like they were quite wonderful people.
I love this story! I’m collecting stories for a potential “How We Met” book, and I would love for you to submit this. Details at . Thanks for sharing this!
How wonderful. That is a time where young married people knew they were going to have to work at their marriages since they did not know much about each other before hand. What a wonderful husband too, one that would come home after work to help his wife and be with her, rather than out drinking.
What a wonderful gift! Thank you for sharing this amazing story of your grandparents with us!
(totally made me get all weepy eyed!)
What a beautiful story.
Thank you for stopping by and stumbling my post. I’ve stumbled yours as well.
I love a great love story and this one truly is. How blessed you are to have been a product and part of this love. Thanks for the stumble. I stumbled yours and am so glad I did!
What a beautiful story! It’s nice to hear a good love story once in awhile.