I gave up a part of my body to meet her....

Harold was a young American GI, laid up in a British hospital

after having his appendix removed. Not overly bothered by the

R & R from his daily duties in the military, he was feeling sore

in the lower right side of his abdomen. To take his mind of the

pain, Harold went to visit a guy in another ward he happened

to know.

Not knowing his friend had visitors, Harold came upon his

friend talking with two women. His friend had been courting an

English woman and as this woman wanted to visit, she brought

a chaperone. Heaven smiled on Harold and he struck up a

conversation with the chaperone: a beautiful, petite brunette

with bright blue eyes.

At the time Harold had no idea he was looking at

the mother of his future children, let alone the fact that she

was only sixteen years old; but his bold heart eventually

captured her.

After 58 years of marriage, Harold still tells his grandchildren,

"I gave up a part of my body to meet her." His posterity are

so glad that he did and more so that she said yes.

Real Love Remembered

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Early summer 1947: Alice was twenty years old and feeling

tired from summer school. She ate little for dinner and retired

early to her room. Sometime around nine o'clock, Alice's stomach

began to ache for want of food.

Not until she reached the kitchen, did Alice notice all the lights

in the house were off and the gramophone loving produced Debussy.

She slowly stepped into the adjoining room.

Outside the living room window, two people sat side by side.

A petite figure resting it's head against the large shoulder next to it.

Alice quietly crept closer to get a better look.

Her parents, seldom displaying physical affection for one

another, were holding hands and gazing at the moon

on a peaceful summer night.

Claire de Lune danced on the humid air,

along with the rhythmic cicadas,

as longtime lovers enjoyed each others company.

Noiselessly, Alice made her way back through the house.

Eventually finding the way back to her room. Rarely a time passed,

when Alice heard the romantic sounds of Claire de Lune,

did she not think of her parents.