My first girlfriend (that knew it) was Margaret. A pretty girl 12-13 years old. I was 14-15. We broke up. I thought I had broken her heart until I learned she was looking at my friend Buddy. I learned later (maybe 10 years ago) She had told friend Martha that it was Buddy who stole and broke her heart (Shucks, I thought I was THE heart throb!)!
So yesterday I met another Margaret. This one older than I, but doesn’t look it. Margaret is 87. My age ‘cept backwards,78)
Glenda also brought a small wrought iron table for Sherry’s entrance area in Deltona. AND a beautiful bouquet of Easter lilies. While Sherry and Glenda were outside with the flowers and conversing, I had the distinct pleasure of visiting with Margaret.
I was mesmerized listening to the beautiful lady as she sat in our motor home. Her jewelry might well have purchased the motor home. She was raised in West Virginia, dirt poor. She became a nurse. From there her trip thru life is amazing, happy and sad. I love stories from ‘dirt poor to riches’.
I may have some facts wrong, but girls were supposed to marry and she married a neighbor in West Virginia. The marriage produced three lovely children and a divorce. Many long roads… to Arizona… to Florida (one where she fell in love with a Yacht’s captain and dock master. Sailors are just lucky). Now, after 35 years she is back with the first husband, the father of her children. She has homes in Jensen Beach,FL and also in West Virginia.
I felt so at ease. Here this petite lady sat, wearing camo pants, telling me she goes to the barbershop to get her hair cut. Her hair a chestnut brown and declared she did not color it. I kidded her about being like Ronald Reagan.
Oh yes, she liked our commode light! LOL
We just received a sweet invite from Glenda to come down to Jensen Beach to see Margaret off for the summer. I think she is house sitting for Margaret and hubby for the summer. She has just sold her home and moving and storing everything. I am sure her plate is full just getting settled. I know our plate is too full so we won’t be able to make it. We have a wedding, just gotta see Buddy and DI, and then prepare our home, fence and gate in Deltona for Hurricane season and be in NC to decorate graves before Easter. Too rushed for an old man.