Edward Good 1915-1992
Swept Away
I thought he was God. Or Robert Young on Father Knows Best. Take your pick. Except that in my eyes my father was even more glamorous than Robert Young. I didn't know about God.
He and my mother met at the tail end of World War II when he was home on leave in England. He wooed her in French, Italian, Spanish, and Arabic and he danced like a movie star. They fell in love and then he went away again, back to the western desert, back to the end of the war. Her family, her friends, all warned her about him. He was no good. He'd been around. She was only twenty. He was thirty. Forget him, he was too old. At thirty, her grandmother pronounced, he would have done everything already. He would be jaded, world-weary, they'd have little to share together. Forget him.
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I love your story, Sim. I lost my dad three years ago and it seems like yesterday. Someday I will tell you my parent's story of love and marriage and 6 girls. So glad that there are memories that remain like imprints on our brain.
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Genie
Thnx Genie! I look forward to hearing it ... 6 girls! That’s a Bridesmaids movie sequel right there!
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