Marianne and I have been calling each other nicknames since shortly after we first met. Almost right away she called me Maximus and now has shortened it to Max! At times she tells me she likes Hank also, because my Dad called me Hank I like it! Also, when she was calling me Maximus she was forever talking about Marion County, Iowa, where her father Sam was born, plus his many siblings and I starting calling her Marion. She would smile when I said it so I've lately started calling her several nicknames, but the one she enjoys the best is Marion - so Marion it is, along with some others.
On the fourth of February, after finishing her shift, Marion told a few of her closest friends that we had decided to get married during my liberty (every two weeks) on Saturday, 5 February 1944. They were very happy for her, and for us. She carefully started packing her suitcase for every essential she could imagine and walked, with her suitcase in hand, for eighth and Stewart where the Greyhound Bus Depot was; she bought her round trip ticket and waited for her bus to Spokane. She was able to sleep some during the trip to Spokane and was thinking of our impending marriage and what the future would reveal. After the bus arrived in Spokane she had a light breakfast nearby and left on another bus for Couer d' Alene, ID where she settled in to await my arrival. (Continued)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment