Kit and Nick
I went to visit my Grandmom this weekend in NJ. She fell and needed some help, so mumsie and I drove up. I've been recording different stories about her life and life with my pop-pop for about a year now, and this weekend she gave me a bunch of papers she wrote about him. I am seriously blown away by their relationship. Pop died in 2007, and he took part of my grandmom's soul with him. I see other relationships, the way people act toward one other, and constantly compare it to their relationship. It was so equal and loving. Thank god I had them as role models. This also means that I'll constantly be looking for someone like pop, which I think is impossible.
When she talks about him, she goes into another world. It's like I'm not even in the room. This is the stuff of fairytales. I mean, they went through some shit, were very poor and had 7 kids, but were so incredibly happy just to be together. Reading these pages she wrote makes me want to vomit and cry and yet they make me SO happy to know that there can be happiness like they had. The respect that they had for one another is incredible. I wish I had been able to record Pop's view of things, but let me just give you a few excerpts of what she wrote about him:
"He was such a good dancer, and loved music. We would fall asleep at night listening to music and holding hands or with his arms around me."
"We went out for dinner and as we sat talking (this was about the middle or end of June), he just stopped talking and looked deep into my eyes. It was like we were in a vacuum with no one around us. I thought I might have stopped breathing, my mouth was so dry and time seemed to stand still for ages, though it was only minutes. He quietly took his hand and placed it over mine on the table. Neither of us moved. I couldn't have loved him more in those few moments...Later after many years, he told me that was when he knew there would be no one else for him."
IS THIS A JOKE?? that was when they were dating. she was TWENTY. They got engaged that October and were married the following June, 1954. She said that just seeing his clothes in the same closet as hers made her the happiest person.
there are so many lines just like thatttt. Grams is telling everyone that I'm going to write a book about their stories. I don't even know how to begin doing that! Also, what makes her think I can write that well?? oy.
My uncle told me that he had a dream the other night where pop was standing far away with light all around him. Uncle Mark ran for ages to get to him, and when he finally reached the light, pop said "Mark- this is twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week" and handed him a folded piece of paper. He opened it, and all it said was "Love Stories". Then pop vanished.
I feel like that's pretty important. All of this is SO important. I need to remind people that there IS so much love in the world, and Grandmom and Pop were proof of it. He was so incredibly kind and generous, and badass. He had tattoos that he got when he joined the Navy. One was a pin-up girl, and he always told us that it was Grandmom. He had a motorcycle, and her parents hated him for it, and refused to let her see him. So she sneaked out at night, hopped on the back of the bike, and went dancing.
I can't even begin to describe how complex and yet incredibly simple their relationship was. I gotta find me someone like Pop. I'll let you know how the search goes.
Grams says that the keys to a happy marriage are good wine, good sex, and good talks.
also I'm frustrated that I'm 22 already. gotta get it together!!
When she talks about him, she goes into another world. It's like I'm not even in the room. This is the stuff of fairytales. I mean, they went through some shit, were very poor and had 7 kids, but were so incredibly happy just to be together. Reading these pages she wrote makes me want to vomit and cry and yet they make me SO happy to know that there can be happiness like they had. The respect that they had for one another is incredible. I wish I had been able to record Pop's view of things, but let me just give you a few excerpts of what she wrote about him:
"He was such a good dancer, and loved music. We would fall asleep at night listening to music and holding hands or with his arms around me."
"We went out for dinner and as we sat talking (this was about the middle or end of June), he just stopped talking and looked deep into my eyes. It was like we were in a vacuum with no one around us. I thought I might have stopped breathing, my mouth was so dry and time seemed to stand still for ages, though it was only minutes. He quietly took his hand and placed it over mine on the table. Neither of us moved. I couldn't have loved him more in those few moments...Later after many years, he told me that was when he knew there would be no one else for him."
IS THIS A JOKE?? that was when they were dating. she was TWENTY. They got engaged that October and were married the following June, 1954. She said that just seeing his clothes in the same closet as hers made her the happiest person.
there are so many lines just like thatttt. Grams is telling everyone that I'm going to write a book about their stories. I don't even know how to begin doing that! Also, what makes her think I can write that well?? oy.
My uncle told me that he had a dream the other night where pop was standing far away with light all around him. Uncle Mark ran for ages to get to him, and when he finally reached the light, pop said "Mark- this is twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week" and handed him a folded piece of paper. He opened it, and all it said was "Love Stories". Then pop vanished.
I feel like that's pretty important. All of this is SO important. I need to remind people that there IS so much love in the world, and Grandmom and Pop were proof of it. He was so incredibly kind and generous, and badass. He had tattoos that he got when he joined the Navy. One was a pin-up girl, and he always told us that it was Grandmom. He had a motorcycle, and her parents hated him for it, and refused to let her see him. So she sneaked out at night, hopped on the back of the bike, and went dancing.
I can't even begin to describe how complex and yet incredibly simple their relationship was. I gotta find me someone like Pop. I'll let you know how the search goes.
Grams says that the keys to a happy marriage are good wine, good sex, and good talks.
also I'm frustrated that I'm 22 already. gotta get it together!!