Monday, February 14, 2011

In Honor of Valentine's Day

One of the blogs I regularly read is Thy Hand Hath Provided. This morning she wrote a little blurb about how her grandparents met. Then she went on to relate the story of how she had met her husband.

At the end of her post she said it would "make her day" if we each posted the story of how someone met. Since it is Valentine's Day, I couldn't resist. Here is how my mom and dad met.

It was way back in the late 1930s. A year or so after they had graduated from high school (in the same town but different schools), my mom was working nights as a car hop at a drive-in restaurant.

One night my dad and a few of his buddies stopped at the drive-in to eat. Mom was the one who went to their car to take the order. According to Mom, Dad immediately started flirting with her and in general giving her "a hard time."

Finally she managed to get their order and then bring it out to them.

Several minutes after she had delivered the food to the guys' car, Dad called Mom over and told her his hamburger tasted like it was made with dog food. She knew he was just fooling around and entered into the game bantering back and forth.

He became very insistent that the owner of the drive-in could get in big trouble for using dog food in the hamburgers and she'd lose her job for being involved with the whole process.

Dad then coerced Mom into walking with him behind the restaurant where cardboard boxes were piled before being taken to the dump.

There, on top of the pile of boxes, was a box with a dog food label printed on the outside.

Dad never would admit he had "planted" the box there, but it sure sounds to me like something a young guy would do to meet a pretty car-hop he had had his eye on.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

11 comments:

Jane said...

It was funny for me reading this story of two young strangers meeting, to be referred to as Mom and Dad. Those two kids at the carhop had no idea of the future ahead. Kids, grandkids, sickness, jobs, mortgages. Life is a crazy ride for sure and goes entirely to fast. Thanks for the story.

Susan said...

I see that their senses of humor and perserverance were hereditary. I will have to relate my parents' story. The rest of the family is a mystery (their 'meetings', that is) as they didn't like talking about themselves...

ThyHandHathProvided said...

Ha! What an excellent story:-). Thank you, Mama Pea:-).

Sue said...

Sweet story. I guess we're lucky they did hit it off!
:)

Mama Pea said...

Jane - Yeah, I know. It's hard for me to imagine my folks at that age and stage of their lives. I still can't believe that they're both gone now. You're so right . . . life goes way too fast.

Susan - So fun to read your parents' story. Now that my folks are gone, I realize there are so many questions I should have asked them so I had more knowledge of their lives.

ThyHand - Thank YOU for the inspiration to get it down on paper!

Sue - They were married over 50 years when Dad died. As my hubby and I are getting close to our 50th, it seems like such a short time.

Anonymous said...

Sure---the youngest child never hears any of the good stuff. I never heard of that story!!!

Brother J

Mama Pea said...

Brother J - Ha! Well, it's probably not a question ("Mom, how did you and Daddy meet?") a male child would be apt to ask!

Jane said...

That was such a sweet story. I don't know how my mama and dad met,but sure am glad they did,lol.Blessings jane

Mama Pea said...

Jane2 - Thanks! Is there anyone who would know that you could ask about your mom and dad meeting?

Erin said...

Lovely story! Uh, I don't even know how my parents met LOL, all I know is that they were together since early in high school - guess I'll have to ask one day!

Mama Pea said...

Erin - Wow, together since early high school. You sure don't hear that much anymore? Did they date anyone else in high school or after before they were married? You gotta find out the details, Girl!