I know this won't mean much, except to me, but it is a tale of the way things changed because of WW2.
Before today, all my mom had told me about how her and my dad met had to do with when Patti Welder High School played Bloomington High School in a football game in 1943.
Being a Bloomington girl, she was mad that a Patti Welder player had broken a Bloomington players leg during the game. Understand that Bloomington had all of twelve players on their team, now down to eleven.
She got in my dads face and said, "How could you?", He said , "Hey that's the game."
Anyway, my dad graduated from Patti Welder at the end of the 43 year, and enrolled at Baylor.
He stayed at Baylor for about six months and, much to his moms disapproval, joined the Marines.
He ended up being stationed at Pearl Harbor as a Sargent when the Pacific war ended.
Ok, back to how my mom and dad really got together....
My dad came back to Victoria and drove to Bloomington one day, to look for a girl he use to know. He couldn't find her.
He saw my mom and stopped his car and asked her if she knew Annabelle, ( yeah I asked my mom if her name was Annabelle Lee, the Edgar Allen Poe one.)
Anyway, my mom tells him yeah, she is married and has a baby. Then he asks my mom if she wants to go get a coke.
51 years of marriage, four sons,eight grandchildren and four great grandchildren, here we are.
What a strange twist of fate, if I say so myself.