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Re: How did your parents meet

At a dance.

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Re: How did your parents meet

My Mother was in the WAC (Woman's Air Corps) in England during the war.  My Dad had been severely wounded in France during the war and was recouperating in England.  They met at a Dance as well... (I'm so glad they met... Lol!)   

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Re: How did your parents meet

In college, like most of their peers.

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Speaking of college, my Mom was the only female on the tennis team in her college in the mid forties. Five men and Mom.

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My parents grew up in different boroughs of NYC which, in those days, was the equivalent of different states. Nevertheless, in summer, teenagers would meet up at the various beaches around the city. It was there that my then 16 year old mother met my then 19 year old father. They married several years later, during the middle of WW2, before Dad shipped out to Europe.

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Re: How did your parents meet


@proudlyfromNJ wrote:

Speaking of college, my Mom was the only female on the tennis team in her college in the mid forties. Five men and Mom.


My paternal grandparents met in college as well. I don't remember how my maternal grandparents met, I'll have to ask.

 

My paternal grandmother (Library Science degree) was in the archery club at their school and she broke her bow. She was carrying it with her when she walked into the campus store where my grandfather worked part time, and he offered to help fix it. Later, on an impulse, she asked him to the Sadie Hawkins dance. The rest was history.

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Re: How did your parents meet

As I mentioned in my earlier post, my mom went to college and graduated with a teaching degree in English. But she got married and never got the opportunity to teach in Japan. My dad, otoh, dropped out of high school so he could go fight in the Korean war. He later got his GED and eventually earned two masters degrees, one in math and one in electrical engineering. My mom was so proud...I think she's the one that egged him on to make him do it....lol!  My dad was lazy. I don't believe he would have done it on his own! 

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My mother was from a large family in rural Vermont.  Her older sister took a job in Newark NJ as a caretaker for an elderly lady.  My mother decided that she too wanted to leave the country for a big city opportunity. She studied to be a dental assistant.  My aunt had a room of her own and put a picture of my mom on her dresser.  The "elderly lady" took it out of the room and showed iit to her son.  He had a rather prominent position with the newspaper.. The Newark Star Ledger.  He was literally in charge.  You perhaps are figuring this one out by now.  The ELDERLY LADY WOULD BE MY GRANDMOTHER, THE PROMINENT NEWSPAPER MAN MY FATHER.The Dental Assistant my mother.  A meeting was aranged and despite their age different and background difference they were married soon after meeting and then moved to Washington DC where my sister and I were born.

 

My personal story of  meeting my husband is even  more interesting... We have been married for 54 years.  One coincidence after another... except I don't believe in coincidences.  I believe in destiny.  

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My parents met at University of MD.  Dad had a part-time job in library and met Mom when he retrieved a book for her.  They were married for 62 years.  DH and I met an a meeting of area athletic directors.  We only met for a couple of minutes and exchanged business cards; he asked me to come see "his (athletic) facilities", which I eventually did (I was Recreation Director at MCLB Barstow).  We married less than a year later.  Funniest thing: my best friend, who was Recreation Director at Edwards AFB, met her husband at same Marine Corps Officers Club as I ( she asked to come to Marine Corps Ball and was seated at my table, because we had some "spare" bachelors).  They've been married 32 years and we've been married almost 37 years.

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@Pook ...I was a switchboard operator in Queens, New York, my first job out of high school.  I also worked on the second floor.   Trust me when I say that it was in no way like being a stalker when your dad to be wanted to meet her because he liked her voice.     

 

We talked with hundreds of people day after day and some sounded  very, very nice so I can understand his asking to meet her.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

                                                                                                                                                                                             

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