I always wondered why
my mom chose my dad as the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life
with. They did a pretty good job of it because they were together for over 56
years. Her immediate answer was that, "He Could Dance!" (Click 'here' to view a song I dedicated to their love of dancing)
She told me that during
the war years, she went with several male friends, but she always went back to
her favorite guy in uniform, my dad, Irving. He was in the Marine Wing Service
Squadron Nine, 9th MAW, FMF and he was discharged from the Marine
Corps on October 15, 1945, one month after World War II ended. This picture was
taken in Minneapolis in January of 1945. My mother’s parents really liked my
dad and that helped make up her mind as to the person she wanted to marry.
She told me that at
least one of the military men she dated went on to become a millionaire in
California. However, he, and others that she went out with, were not very good
dancers, so she stopped dating them.
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| Mom and her brother, Wendell Minneapolis, MN abt. 1944 |
Another time she told
her nephew, John, that she was sick and couldn’t go out with her date that
night because she heard that my dad, Irving, was in town. The other gentleman
came to the front door with a dozen roses as he was concerned that she was very
sick. However, at the same time, Irving rang the doorbell at the back door for
their date that night. My mom thought quick and told her nephew to answer the
front door and to tell her date that she was too sick to come to the door. Her
date gave my nephew the roses and he proceeded to ask her what he should do
with the bouquet. She said for him to take them down to the basement! He asked
her, “Why are you wanting me to take these beautiful roses down to the
basement?” She demanded that he do so and he took the roses down the basement
stairs without any more questions.
In the meantime, my dad
was at the back door and she was very glad to see him. They went out that night
and had a great time dancing! That is why I am here today and why I say, “The
rest is history!”
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| Mom and Dad dancing in Norway July 1983 |
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