How They Met

The following is all I have ever heard from my paternal grandmother about her and my grandfather’s early life together, grâce à my boyfriend questioning her about the subject.

She grew up in Chicago. One day, she met a friend on the street and was invited over to her house for dinner. She went, and met Jerry. A farm boy, he was there in the city just for the summer.

Each summer after that, when he came to the city, they would spend time together. But one year, her friend told her that Jerry wasn’t planning to come. Her friend implored her to write to him and ask him to come. Somewhere along the line, her friend told her that Jerry wasn’t coming because he was in love with her (my grandmother) but thought he had no chance. He was a poor farm boy with only 2 years of college on the GI Bill. She was a self-starter, a Chicago girl with a successful photography business of her own. What did he have to offer her?

Evidently my grandmother and Jerry cleared things up, because he came out to Chicago that summer and they began their relationship in earnest. She would have him over to her mother’s house (where she lived) for dinner. He would try to insist on taking public transportation back home, but she would insist right back on driving him. They would take Betty’s mother along for the ride, which made her very happy.

He changed schools to Northwestern so they could be together year-round. They got married when he was in his last semester there. Soon thereafter, they moved to California where the weather was good and jobs could be sought, expecting their first child.

That’s all I know.

More to follow.

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