Ok, I blew it. I was scheduled to post today's diary and although it was in my planner, I missed it. My daughter got married on Sunday, Oct 13th, and I'm still recovering from being a party planner and a full-time school administrator.
In honor of their marriage, and the continuation of our family, I'll share how my parents met, which I think may be a universal American story.
My mom was a country girl, born in Crawford, TX. (Crawford was later to become a fake home of Geo. W Bush.) At about 20 years old, she took off for the big city, Ft. Worth, TX. Where she lived with her aunt and uncle and worked as a bookkeeper.
My, dad was a first generation American, the son of Jewish immigrants from Brestlitovosk, Russia. My grandfather came to America in 1905, and became a successful carpenter and then, contractor. My grandfather lost everything in the 1929 crash, and the family broke up. My dad graduated from high school and joined the Army Air force in 1939.
Fort Worth was in a dry county, so people had to "join" private clubs where they could have some beers and jitterbug all night. While stationed in Fort Worth, my dad took a blind date, and met that country girl. They both loved big band music and loved to dance.
They fell in love, got married, and moved to NJ, where everyone thought my mom was the Jew and my dad was the goy.
Mel Brooks is a fellow Jew who married an Italian, Catholic girl, Anne Bancroft. He tells the story that when he told his Jewish mother that he was marrying an Italian girl, Mel's mom said: 'Bring her over. I'll be in the kitchen - with my head in the oven'.
That didn't happen in either of my families. I guess, cause they were all Democrats. LOL. Have a great weekend.