“Oh, Essie, guess who is back? George Jackson! I can’t wait to tell Joan. She carried a torch for him for years.”
Essie said, “I saw him. I told him that Joan waited fifteen years for him to come back and marry her. I hinted that she comes to this bench every Friday.”
Prologue: The years had taken their toll on Joan and George. They were now so stooped and short, they could not sit on that high bench! So, noting it was Valentine Day, they walked straight to the Judge, got married and went home where the chairs were not so high.
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
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About oneta hayes
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...
Sweet story! 🥰
Thank you. Made me smile. I can hardly reach the middle shelves now! What are top shelves for if one doesn’t have a daughter-in-law to store stuff up there?
Right?! And why do they put what us short people need on the highest shelves at the grocery store?? 🤣
You would have laughed this evening if you had seen me get the fly swatter to help me get my vinegar off the shelf above the stove hood. I won. I thought of you. Maybe your top shelves weren’t so high. Or are they higher? 😀
Inside my motor home my shelves are mostly high. I try to keep the most used items at the lower levels, but I have to use a step stool to get the highest items…or ask my hubby, lol. In the bathroom, he has to get down extra toilet paper! 🤣
Oh, I hear you. I use the ladle to grab things in my kitchen if my tall husband isn’t about 🙂
thankfully I can still reach the closet rods with my hangers, but it is getting harder all the time.
It sure is!
Reminds me of a poem I once read about an elder gentleman and lady getting married; it spoke of him standing at the altar with a wan, toothless smile as she came down the aisle in her wheeled walker.
“Who is this pair, so exceedingly rare?
The ones who waited till they could afford it.”
Devotion is a special trait.
Self awareness has taken over. What is in it for me?
A happy ending that was worth the wait.
I think so. However, I’m glad I got an early start. Married at nineteen. Still married to the same man seventy years later (will be on July 5th this year).
They got there in the end 🙂
And the end lasted many years, the way I write the story. 😀
That was a sweet one.
Thank you, Dale. I like “sweet.” But horror gets more comments on these FF stories. I value your comment.
Peter Reading had an entire chapter dedicated to benches marked, “For The Municipality’s Elderly.” He had a like-titled poem.
Yours is a charming story, but benches must be usable for the older folks. Right? I use them often. 🙂
Yes, and my legs get shorter all the time! Maybe not my legs but I am a good three inches shorter than I used to be. 😀
Bill, I looked for the book. Found it at Amazon for a measly $116. Think I will not be buying it. 😀 Looks like Reading has a lot of fun stuff for the elderly. I am pretty much limited to kindle books. There is one of these in openlibrary but it is audio. My hearing doesn’t work well with that. Thanks for the lead and grab that book if you find it at a garage sale!
All of his poems are available with him reading them online. But, he is very British.
You can’t beat a sweet (and swift) reunion.
They didn’t have much time to waste. 😀
Their dreams finally came true.
But . . . All those wasted years!