“Let’s do it!” Sandy and Hank agreed. “An ice-skating honeymoon.” So the wedding was on Valentine’s Day – fifty years ago.
They first met at a skating rink when Hank helped Sandy after a fall. She had twisted her ankle. Hank called or visited every day for a week to check on Sandy’s welfare.
As couples in the mountains love hiking; as couples in the Midwest love hunting; as couples on the beach loved swimming, Hank and Sandy loved dancing on ice.
“May I have this dance?” They smiled. Three times around the rink. This time Hank fell.
It was their fiftieth anniversary.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Rochelle’s Challenge: From the picture prompt write a complete story in 100 words.
https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/01/29/31-january-2020/dales-ice-rink-2/
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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A touching story Oneta……..”Thanks For the Dance”……….
Thank you, Ivor. The song give me mixed emotions. I’m afraid depression might be one of them. Certainly is touching however. I looked for a FF from you. Do you have one?
Oh Oneta… what’s a FF….
Sorry. Friday Fictioneers. https://rochellewisoff.com/
No I don’t write into FF’s, but I do follow a few of the writers….such as Penny Gadd
Sounds like a true story. An endearing one, either way.
Thank you. I love the word “endearing.” Love having it used in my long marriage love stories.
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Lovely stuff, long may it continue!
Sweet words, indeed. Thank you. Did you write a FF? I didn’t see one.
yes I did, just a couple of hours ago, about number 26 i think! green acorns is my picture.
It’s so nice to see that true love can come from something as droll as a common interest~
It is very important to have a common interest that endures beyond the time the kids leave and the empty nest is left.
Yes it must be so sad to be stuck alone without things like that to share
Many divorces caused by partners who have separate interests. That’s the reason “commitment” is necessary in one’s decision to marry.
Gives a whole new meaning to ‘falling in love’! Delightful.
Here’s mine!
You Bet. I’ve already read yours. Enjoyed it. I thought I left a comment. Sometimes I blow comments by just hitting enter (like Face Book), and I do not click the post comment button.
Thanks for dropping by, it’s much appreciated, comment or not!
I’ll be by again.
Thanks so much.
We all have our favourites – story to hear about Hank, I hope he is recovering or is he?
Sorry, no recovery possible. 😀
Ah, the years do make a difference. Having celebrated our 50th in June, I could easily insert Terry and me into this story. Thankful for 50 years. Wondering how much longer. . .
You might be surprised at what a long life you will have together. Sammy and I are on our 67th year. 😀
That’s amazing! Lets’s see. In 17 years Terry will be 93 and I’ll be 89, so I suppose it’s possible. Either that, or we’ll be in heaven 🙂 It’s a win-win!
About like Sammy and I now. Sammy, 90; Oneta 86
I love it that you’re still writing and still having fun 🙂
Yes, to both. 😀
Ah, I’m sad that you say no recovery is possible! I’m going to adopt ‘reader’s prerogative’ so, because the text of the story doesn’t say Hank died, only that he fell, I am going to conclude the story for myself that he fell and twisted his ankle, and was otherwise okay. Sweet story, Oneta!
You have sweetened it perfectly. 😀 I noticed that you saved you main character from the car but I wondered why the car crashed. I always enjoy your selections.
Beautiful story Oneta!
Thank you for saying so. 😀
So sweet and romantic.
Thank you.
What a sweet story, Oneta!