Describing the first cross-country trip with Charlie...
My writer's block has lifted.
I remember it well...
Newlyweds....travelling to California...from there to Hawaii....
My little green Ford sedan suited me for getting back and forth to my teaching job in Mclean, but my dad insisted on swapping his newer one for this trip....
"Why don't we save our money and sleep in our car?", I nai
Monday, December 19, 2016
Friday, December 16, 2016
Music....at last!
Waking as I do at unpredictable hours. I have decided to use that time productively.
Trying to return to sleep just doesn't work.
So I'm blogging now. It's quiet.... My music is on....Life is good!
The Boze Wave Radio I bought on Ebay arrived yesterday. I can play my carols.
Sorted through them, discarding some....
Turned on the FM feature. WETA coming in clear....BLISS!
Early morning, when my 80 year old brain is clear is when I'll write down the things I want to remember.....IF I can remember....
We'll see!
Trying to return to sleep just doesn't work.
So I'm blogging now. It's quiet.... My music is on....Life is good!
The Boze Wave Radio I bought on Ebay arrived yesterday. I can play my carols.
Sorted through them, discarding some....
Turned on the FM feature. WETA coming in clear....BLISS!
Early morning, when my 80 year old brain is clear is when I'll write down the things I want to remember.....IF I can remember....
We'll see!
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Day 2 , 3:33 AM
Awoke eager to resume writing.
For so long I've only had my phone to communicate. That worked; I was grateful, but folks didn't like it much when I accidently hit a wrong button and phoned them at 3 AM.
Dating Charlie was a challenge. It was not allowed in any form during a Midshipman's Plebe (first) year.... But when one feels as we did, it was gonna happen....and often!
My Mom loved Charlie....really loved him. But I was starting my first year at Lynchburg College.
She "suggested" I date while there.... If he was "the one", dating others wouldn't interfere, but confirm our feelings.... Besides, it was an important part of my young experience.
So I did....until 1 January, 1956 when he asked me to marry him!
His parents went to Annapolis often to see him...and I went along.
Would I be his sister? Would they buy that?
Probably not....a sister wouldn't look at him like I did.
Until 1956, when we were officially engaged, I continued to date.
Lynn Llewellyn had asked me out Saturday night.
Charlie's folks called and invited me to go along, promising to bring me home in time, and, of course, I wanted to go.
They often brought a high school male friend as a decoy so no one would know I was there to see my Charlie....
They pulled up in front of my house....
I climbed in.....
I was horrified....there, in the back seat, sat Lynn!
For so long I've only had my phone to communicate. That worked; I was grateful, but folks didn't like it much when I accidently hit a wrong button and phoned them at 3 AM.
Dating Charlie was a challenge. It was not allowed in any form during a Midshipman's Plebe (first) year.... But when one feels as we did, it was gonna happen....and often!
My Mom loved Charlie....really loved him. But I was starting my first year at Lynchburg College.
She "suggested" I date while there.... If he was "the one", dating others wouldn't interfere, but confirm our feelings.... Besides, it was an important part of my young experience.
So I did....until 1 January, 1956 when he asked me to marry him!
His parents went to Annapolis often to see him...and I went along.
Would I be his sister? Would they buy that?
Probably not....a sister wouldn't look at him like I did.
Until 1956, when we were officially engaged, I continued to date.
Lynn Llewellyn had asked me out Saturday night.
Charlie's folks called and invited me to go along, promising to bring me home in time, and, of course, I wanted to go.
They often brought a high school male friend as a decoy so no one would know I was there to see my Charlie....
They pulled up in front of my house....
I climbed in.....
I was horrified....there, in the back seat, sat Lynn!
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