Author: angiem, 10 09th, 2009

As teens, my sisters and I would roll our eyes whenever my dad or mom would bring forth the subject of their courtship. It seemed such an old fashioned concept, and we were more than slightly embarrassed by it. Normal people’s parents had dated, not courted. According to my dad, mom had quite a few suitors and she couldn’t make up her mind between them. One night she’d meet one of them for a walk down the linden city center streets, stopping somewhere for a beverage or dessert, and the next together with her girlfriends she’d run into another at an ice cream parlor.

Apparently these meetings carried on for a while, and dad was losing patience. Christmas was approaching, and he was playing the trombone in a brass band that visited the surrounding village churches. He would be gone for a while every Saturday and Sunday and those were their designated days to walk the promenade, coyly flirting, my mom in her tailored miniskirt and kitten heels and dad in his well cut suit. On a cold November Sunday he demanded that she choose between them. Who would it be?

I can just imagine my mom looking up at him surprised. What was his hurry, she had probably murmured in her soft voice. My mom is very soft spoken. She couldn’t be rushed, she had most likely added. She was just twenty-one. And so my dad did what every honorable man of his time did. He paid a visit to my grandparents, laden with gifts, and asked for my mom’s hand in marriage.

The only problem was that another of her suitors had beat him to it, and while she hadn’t been promised (as the decision was solely my mom’s), my grandparents were faced with an issue they hadn’t foreseen. Although she does not admit it, claiming she does not remember, I believe mom may have had an inkling of it. What to do? She liked both of them, for different reasons. They were both good men, from good families. She couldn’t make up her mind. Grandmother and grandfather prayed that God would lead her to choose the kindest of the two.

Mom finally decided that she would pick the one she would first encounter, unplanned. She got herself ready, her long dark tresses in a topknot popular in those days and went to meet a girlfriend. And whom should she meet on the way there? My dad, of course. Was it planned, a coincidence perhaps, or was it really a sign from God? No one’s telling. And my grandmother had a saying she loved to repeat over and over whenever I pressed her about it: God speaks clearly and he doesn’t play magic tricks.

A month later my parents were married, and almost two years after that I came along, the first of five children. Now, as they are preparing to celebrate another anniversary together, I am praying for their long, happy marriage to continue, in good health and love, side by side.


14 Responses to “courtship”

  1. Vicki Archer Says:

    What a beautiful tale of love and romance. Congratulations to your parents on their anniversary Angie, xv.

  2. Ruth Says:

    Angie, may God continue his blessings on your mother and father, and may your marriage be blessed!

  3. Susan Mills Says:

    What a nice story. Thanks for sharing.

  4. Adina Says:

    Oh, I love their story…and you have such beautiful style and grace telling it. I love your mom and dad, they’re so cute together and such good people. May God continue to bless them for a very long time.

  5. Priscilla Says:

    Very cute story.. I never knew thier love story. Thanks for sharing. :) When are you going to tell us how you and Danny met? ;)

  6. audrey Says:

    i really like this story. the way you have written it seems to echo the courtship of your parents… patient (in it’s own way), sweet, beautiful and full of surprise. what a blessed union!

    …so glad you came along…

  7. angiem Says:

    Audrey, thank you!!! :) I’m super glad I came along too!

    Priscilla, patience, my dear… Actually, our story isn’t as romantic as that.

    Adina, thank you. They are cute, aren’t they?

  8. angiem Says:

    Susan, thanks. I’m doing these 15 minute writing exercises about things that pop into my head.

    Ruth, thank you and thank you! Same blessings to you, dear.

    Vicki, thanks for the lovely wishes.

  9. Belle Says:

    What a beautiful story! Thank you for sharing it.

  10. jeannette stgermain Says:

    Thanks for visiting my blog. How did you find me?
    Glad that your father war the first one who came to your mom!

  11. angiem Says:

    Thanks for paying me a visit, Jeannette. I love your site, and just noticed that you have two other ones as well. Went there via House of Edward, and so glad of it too.

  12. angiem Says:

    Belle, thanks for stopping by. It is always nice to make new friends, particularly those who love books as much as I do.

  13. Jessica Says:

    What a story! LOL Your mom sounds so interesting. I can’t even imagine having so many suitors. :-) You tell great stories here!

  14. Ani Says:

    Beautiful writing… What a relaxing story to read while sipping my coffee this morning… Love it! My my… how time flyes and how time changes… Now a days… it seems as if we have a shortage of guys for all these beautiful and talented girls… They can hardly find one to court let alone two at a time lol… :-). Congratulations to your parents… May God continue to bless your entire family!

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