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How My Mom and Dad Met

Mother

Your father and I, when I was a little three-year-old girl, he was about eleven years old. His mother and my mom were best friends. Our families all lived in Solomon, Arizona, and that’s where we met. Our families all went to Oregon one year to pick fruits, and your dad would carry me around on his shoulders through the strawberry field where our folks were working. Then after we came back to Arizona, your dad joined the army. He was a paratrooper (that means he jumped out of the airplane). That was part of his job after serving four years in the army. He served his country in Panama. After he finished with the army, he moved to Rockford, Illinois. His mother Katy, his little sister Cora Lee, your uncle Alfred, and his older brother Delbert were living there. Your dad got a job with a big company named Woodward Governor Company. He worked there as a machinist making parts of airplanes. Later, his mother and sister moved back to Safford, Arizona. One summer, he and his brother Alfred came to visit their mother and sister. The year before that, your uncle Alfred had married Judy Herbert, and they had a baby girl who they named Tiffany. anyway, your dad came for a visit and was when I turned 15, anyway he came for visit to his family and he came to see our family, Then one weekend, we drove up to Kingman, Arizona. Your grandma Katy, me and your daddy went to see your uncle Alfred, aunt Judy, aunt Monica, and uncle Ariel. They were living there and working on a job. Anyway, that night, your daddy took me out to eat and to the drive-in movie. Then two days later, we drove back to Safford; he took me home to my mother, but he would pick me up from high school. We would go out to eat, come to our house, and visit my family. Sometimes he would bring his mother to visit my mother. Then I had a birthday, and he brought me a little gold ring. Your dad went back to Illinois and back to work, and I continued going to high school. Your dad and I started writing back and forth, and he told me in a letter that he had fallen in love with me. I was not sure what I felt. I was so young, but anyway, he said he wanted to marry me; and I finally said yes. A little while later, he sent me a beautiful engagement ring. After I turned sixteen, I flew to Chicago, Illinois, where your dad picked me up, and we drove back to his apartment in Rockford, Illinois. Then in November 30, we were married. Two of your dad’s friends from work were there as witnesses for us. We lived for a year there. I continued going to high school there, and then we decided to move back to Safford, Arizona.