So, here I am injecting myself into Sam’s Story! I wasn’t intending to do a part 7, but I didn’t want to leave Sammy fending for himself in that big old New York City. No, he didn’t stay there long. Took a train to Mississippi where his family had settled in.
There he met a preacher who recommended that he go to a small Bible school in Oklahoma City, spring of 1951.
That summer someone suggested I leave my home in Baca County, Colorado, and go to that little Bible school in OKC. So in the fall of 1951, I did just that.
In September there was that dashing English gentlemen in the social room one foot on the floor and the other on the stove. I wasn’t much impressed, of course: however, I do remember it to this day.
For three or four – or more – months, or was it weeks, I remained rather aloof as he:
Winked at me.
Drew pictures for me in history class.
Went with me for fundraising. He didn’t laugh at me when I told a group that we were going to do a certain thing in “Feptember.”
Stirred my peanut butter and syrup.
Blew dandelion puffs at me.
Left me a chocolate malt at the foot of the stairs.
Whistled down the hall.
Sat by me in study hall.
But I was beginning to fall under his spell when he:
Carried one end of a twig while I carried the other end. We had a “no touch” rule in our Bible school. I do confess to putting my hand over his while he was holding the steering wheel. Our chaperone was quite liberal.
Tossed snowballs in my direction. How could he miss so often?
Spelled out “I Love You” in sign language when we sat in church.
Cleared his throat in a secret code while we were in class.
Took a lecture from the dean because he stood with his arms open wide while I pretended I was going to jump into them. The dean said that did not look proper.
Sat with me on the pig sty.
After about six months, he kissed me. Broke the rules. I was flustered. When he said, “Will you marry me?” I was thinking about the no touch rule, and I thought he said “Are you mad at me?” I said, “Why, no, Sammy.” (This Colorado girl was a bit confused because of his British accent – no r sound!) Suddenly my brain got straightened out and I quickly asked for a little time to think it over.
A couple of days later, he said I had had a little time, and I said, “Yes.”
And in July, 1953, we did.
What a wonderful love story Oneta. It is still vivid in your mind and writing.
Thank you, Gersom. You are kind to let me know you have followed my journey down memory lane.
My real first name is Moses Kent, or just Kent. GOD bless, Oneta, you and your family!
And a thanks to Kent. That way you get two, both sincere. 😀
My parents were married June 16, 1953.
It was during the same time Elizabeth was being coronated and so they received several coronation memorabilia pieces as wedding gifts-— I still have them!
What a wonderful blessing for wedding memories! How was contact made to receive such an honor from the queen? Impressive. Do a blog. It would easily be a tie to undeserved blessing we receive from our King.
Not from the Queen— just friends who traveled —
Oneta, I thoroughly enjoyed this story (all 7 parts of it). I’m somewhat of a history geek and getting to read a first-person account of life during WWII was a treat. WWII is my favorite time period to study. It’s such a fascinating time and there are a ton of first-person stories out there. This last part did make me chuckle. It’s so romantic (maybe because it hasn’t happened for me). Thank you for sharing such a wonderful and fascinating story.
How fortunate I am that you are on the blog today. I’m get over to catch up with you later,, now I have company. Yes, this does sound like a story that would pique your interest. I’ll see you later.
Very beautiful portrayal of you and your husband’s story.
Thanks, Frank. I glad to have shared it with you. Blessings.
What a beautiful love story! Thank you for sharing your precious memories with us.
Having lived in England for a time in the 1970s, I can understand how you would confuse “Will you marry me?” with “Are you mad at me?” 😀
I guess I was a bit discombobulated! 😀 His poor face fell while I tried to think what I had done. 😀
Thank you for sharing a delightful story.
Thanks, Faye. You have been so gracious with your words.
I have thoroughly enjoyed this fascinating story.
May God continue to richly bless you both. 🌷🤗
Thank you, Sally. I accept your blessing and believe that we will continue in his care, whatever that entails.
What a beautiful love story! Oneta, I, too, attended a college that had the no-touch rule. The story goes that one day the dean of women came upon a female student and a male student holding hands. She asked, “What are you saving for marriage?” To which the young man replied, “The other hand.”
That’s funny. That kind of romance was so full of friendship and fun. Waiting didn’t hurt any of us. And there were a lot of strong marriages made among our group of friends.
Same beautiful smile on both lovely ladies…😉
I am sitting here with a smile right now caused by your sweet words. I seldom like Face time on a phone, but I’d like to give you a real smile. Just think someday in some place we will meet because of Jesus.
oh how super romantic!
Sounds like love at first sight altho you resisted … you still remember how he was standing when you first met and he obviously never had a moment of doubt!
Love made in heaven ❤
The route has not always been easy but it has always been sure. 😀 Yes, I was somewhat joking my saying I wasn’t impressed but I remember the moment.
doubt any real lasting relationship would be easy, there must be huge amounts of give and take, debate and compromise but to have achieved 67 years is stupendous!
I wouldn’t choose a different route. Being married is important to me and my husband is a good, loving, and tender. Romantic? No valentine, birthday, roses guy. But I’d rather he be able and willing to fix my flat. 😀
yes, most guys don’t do ‘romance’ well but it’s the trust, respect and practical help that really matters 🙂
That’s true for the long haul, for sure.