Old Fashioned Love
Just thought I'd share this.
A few shifts ago while working at Hallmark, an old lady came into the store looking for a 50th Anniversary card for her friend. I asked her if she needed help and showed her the section. She then started telling me about her friend and then she told me her husband and her would've have been married 62 years this year. Unfortunately he passed away during last Christmas.
She told me they were pen pals. She was 16 and he was 18. It was during school, a pen pal program with refugees from Czechoslovakia, her teacher had paired them up, boys with girls and vice versa. They exchanged letters and soon he was sent to war. When he came back, he found her and married her. She even showed me a picture of the two of them on Yonge street somewhere downtown.
I asked her if it was love at first sight. She told me it was for him, but it took her a little longer; her mom told her to give him a chance.
She said it's painful that he went ahead first. But she's glad and it's better this way because he would've been lost with out her. She'd rather stay here because at least she can be on her own whereas he would've been totally lost. He had written over 500 letters to her and she brings them all out and reads them now to get by.
I wanted to cry when she was telling me it. You just don't hear love stories like this anymore. She was such a nice little old lady and she looked so in love when she talked about her husband. It was one of those bitter sweet feeling. It's so sweet.
I hope I can one day say I've been married to my husband for that long.
A few shifts ago while working at Hallmark, an old lady came into the store looking for a 50th Anniversary card for her friend. I asked her if she needed help and showed her the section. She then started telling me about her friend and then she told me her husband and her would've have been married 62 years this year. Unfortunately he passed away during last Christmas.
She told me they were pen pals. She was 16 and he was 18. It was during school, a pen pal program with refugees from Czechoslovakia, her teacher had paired them up, boys with girls and vice versa. They exchanged letters and soon he was sent to war. When he came back, he found her and married her. She even showed me a picture of the two of them on Yonge street somewhere downtown.
I asked her if it was love at first sight. She told me it was for him, but it took her a little longer; her mom told her to give him a chance.
She said it's painful that he went ahead first. But she's glad and it's better this way because he would've been lost with out her. She'd rather stay here because at least she can be on her own whereas he would've been totally lost. He had written over 500 letters to her and she brings them all out and reads them now to get by.
I wanted to cry when she was telling me it. You just don't hear love stories like this anymore. She was such a nice little old lady and she looked so in love when she talked about her husband. It was one of those bitter sweet feeling. It's so sweet.
I hope I can one day say I've been married to my husband for that long.