Speaking of "they almost didn't meet"...
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gardening among the rocks | Posted:
Fri Nov 16, 2007 4:34 am
OK, so after reading another gal's blog about the romantic way her grandparents almost didn't meet, I thought I'd record my grandparent's tale.
My grandmother grew up in a tiny logging community here in Washington, with very few prospects for a young woman to seek a career. A hospital in Tacoma was offering young women room, a small stipend, and an education if they would commit to becoming nurses, and Grandma took them up on it. Her diaries of that era record how frugally she lived, and carefully, and of how very proud she was when she finally earned her nurses cap.
Shortly therafter she started working in California. And she recorded hiking in the rural hills outside San Francisco (anyone who'se been there will get a laugh from that, but this was in the early 20's!). She would travel north in her old rattly Ford until the road ended, then take her nurse's bag and sandwich in a small, sturdy boat and paddle out to the reservation of the Hoopah Indian tribe (she loved saying that name even in her 80's!) to tend to the sick.
Well it seems one very rainy day, her old ford broke down. She slogged through the mud to a shack where the fellows from the roads department worked. There she met a very handsome young highway engineer, who later became my grandfather. Though they married a bit later in life, they both lived well into their 80's; he passed away when I was in high school, she went just 9 months before my son was born. Since my husband and I also have an intensely romantic how-we-met story, I'd lay odds that my boy can look forward to that for himself!
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