I was never real clear how my Grandfather met and married my Grandmother. When I wrote something about it, my mom was quick to point out that I got it all wrong.
Mothers are good at that sort of thing.
When my Grandfather was asked to leave the semenary and move West, he got engaged to one of the local girls.
He moved to New Mexico, where he took on the job of managiing a ranch for the nuns.
He recovered his health, and went back to Kentucky to get married.
He found that his "Fiance'" had married his brother. I imagine that was a real shock to him.
While he was back there, he married my Grandmother.
So, there's the truth.
BTW: Where the heck is everyone today? There's probably a whole bunch of you out there who celebrated Cinco de Mayo a little more than you should have, but this is two days later.
3 comments:
you must have had the cheap tequila to be fully recovered so quick ;)
Not me. I never buy cheap booze. If you have to put something else with it to get it down, I won't drink it. It's the mixer that's bad for you.
I didn't celebrate, yet I had a migraine that lasted 3 days.
Go figure!
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