How did your parents meet?

applecruncher said:
Chic, about 25 yrs +/- ago my best friend and her husband had an idea for a great project. Whenever they visited older relatives, they asked them to take some time to tell (on video camera) how they met their spouse. I watched the video….it was GREAT! Very sweet to see the look in some of the eyes as they recalled the first meeting and their feelings/thoughts. Now, all the folks are gone but what a memory. :)
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That's a great idea and a lovely story. I'll bet it did bring back some sweet memories and their video contribution provides an endearing legacy for curious family members in future generations. :eek:nthego:
 

I'm sorry so many don't know how their folks met. I even know how my grandparents met if anyone wants to hear it?

My Dad's parents were actually dating eachother's siblings when they met. Grammy was dating Gramp's brother, Harry, and Gramps was dating Grammy's beautiful sister, Kate. Gramp's brother Harry had a car. He picked up my Grandma and told her he had to pick up his brother from work, but really didn't want to. She asked him why and he said "because he steals all my girlfriends". She promised him, "Here's one he's not going to steal". But he did.

Harry didn't marry and loved my Gran for many years and my Gramps was awfully jealous because he always suspected something between them. Grammy's sister Kate married one of the wealthiest men in town and lived the swell life after so it worked it out well for her. They lived a long happy life together and provided lots of fun for all of us lowly relatives at their houses and lakeside property and hunting lodge. They had it all and shared it all. Really good people.
 
chic said:
I'm sorry so many don't know how their folks met. I even know how my grandparents met if anyone wants to hear it?

My Dad's parents were actually dating eachother's siblings when they met. Grammy was dating Gramp's brother, Harry, and Gramps was dating Grammy's beautiful sister, Kate. Gramp's brother Harry had a car. He picked up my Grandma and told her he had to pick up his brother from work, but really didn't want to. She asked him why and he said "because he steals all my girlfriends". She promised him, "Here's one he's not going to steal". But he did.

Harry didn't marry and loved my Gran for many years and my Gramps was awfully jealous because he always suspected something between them. Grammy's sister Kate married one of the wealthiest men in town and lived the swell life after so it worked it out well for her. They lived a long happy life together and provided lots of fun for all of us lowly relatives at their houses and lakeside property and hunting lodge. They had it all and shared it all. Really good people.
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Nice story!

My grandparents met on a blind double date. Grandma's baby sister later married grandpa's baby brother. I was into my teens before I wondered why my grandmother and her sister had the same surname. Doh! I never got to meet this grandpa as he died before I was born.
 

I have absolutely NO idea how my parents met.. I know it was in Montreal and it must of been in 1939 or there abouts because they were married in June of 1940..
Today (Oct. 23rd) would of been my father's birthday.. He would of been 103, so you see how many years ago I am going back..
There is no-one I can contact to ask any questions..
Many (and I mean MANY) of my relatives were executed in the concentration camps during the war..

Perhaps to brighten things up a bit, how I met my second (my Princess) wife would be more romantic...
That could be another thread..................................
 
I really have no earthly idea, but I have an aunt who might know. I usually talk to her at the weekend and am going to ask her.

At the time they'd have met, my dad lived on one side of the state line and my mom on the other, but the two towns were only separated by a river. My mom's town had a population of about 30,000 and my dad's about 5,000, I think. It might have had something to do with the fact that my paternal grandfather was the fire chief in their town and my maternal grandfather the fire chief in his. They didn't go to the same church or the same school, and my dad was three years older than my mom.

My paternal grandfather was a painting contractor and also owned a paint/wallpaper/picture framing shop on my mom's side of the river. Maybe my maternal grandparents had their house painted? My dad and all my uncles worked for their dad.

Now I'm really curious.
 
Ameriscot said:
Nice story!

My grandparents met on a blind double date. Grandma's baby sister later married grandpa's baby brother. I was into my teens before I wondered why my grandmother and her sister had the same surname. Doh! I never got to meet this grandpa as he died before I was born.
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That's interesting. My Paternal great grandparents had a double wedding. Great Grammy Val was engaged to marry her fiance Freddie, while Freddie's younger sister, was engaged to marry Grammy Val's brother. So brother and sister married brother and sister at a double ceremony. I never saw pictures of the wedding because it took place around 1900. But I did meet my Great Grammy Val when I was little and even remember sitting on her lap when she was a spry senior senior.

She had the sweetest blue eyes and kindest smile. She'd born 12 children, 9 of whom lived to be adults. What a privilege it was to have meet her, hugged her and been loved by her. She was a sweetie. And so tiny, unlike the rest of my family.
 
chic said:
That's interesting. My Paternal great grandparents had a double wedding. Great Grammy Val was engaged to marry her fiance Freddie, while Freddie's younger sister, was engaged to marry Grammy Val's brother. So brother and sister married brother and sister at a double ceremony. I never saw pictures of the wedding because it took place around 1900. But I did meet my Great Grammy Val when I was little and even remember sitting on her lap when she was a spry senior senior.

She had the sweetest blue eyes and kindest smile. She'd born 12 children, 9 of whom lived to be adults. What a privilege it was to have meet her, hugged her and been loved by her. She was a sweetie. And so tiny, unlike the rest of my family.
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I met my great grandpa, the father of the grandpa who died before I was born. He lived until I was about 8. I remember him as a grouchy old man. Didn't seem to have much tolerance for little kids.

On my maternal grandma's side - her great grandparents had 14 kids. I think 12 made it to adulthood.
 
I talked to my Best Aunt today and asked how my parents met. She remembered! My paternal grandfather was a painting contractor and owned a store where he also sold paint, painting supplies, wallpaper and made custom frames. He rented out the upstairs to a photographer, and my mother worked for her. My dad would have been in and out of Grandpa's store because he and my uncles all worked for Grandpa. Voila! "Nice 'bumping' into you." :)

Funny thing is that I knew my mom worked for the photographer so you'd think it would have occurred to me that they'd have met there. Duh.
 
GeorgiaXplant said:
I talked to my Best Aunt today and asked how my parents met. She remembered! My paternal grandfather was a painting contractor and owned a store where he also sold paint, painting supplies, wallpaper and made custom frames. He rented out the upstairs to a photographer, and my mother worked for her. My dad would have been in and out of Grandpa's store because he and my uncles all worked for Grandpa. Voila! "Nice 'bumping' into you." :)

Funny thing is that I knew my mom worked for the photographer so you'd think it would have occurred to me that they'd have met there. Duh.
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Nice story. I'm glad someone was around to fill in the blanks for you!
 
I wasn't there, but I am told they met in a church in New Yawk. He was from North Carolina and she was from South Carolina. Maybe that is why sometimes folks say I talk funny.
 
GeorgiaXplant said:
I really have no earthly idea, but I have an aunt who might know. I usually talk to her at the weekend and am going to ask her.

At the time they'd have met, my dad lived on one side of the state line and my mom on the other, but the two towns were only separated by a river. My mom's town had a population of about 30,000 and my dad's about 5,000, I think. It might have had something to do with the fact that my paternal grandfather was the fire chief in their town and my maternal grandfather the fire chief in his. They didn't go to the same church or the same school, and my dad was three years older than my mom.

My paternal grandfather was a painting contractor and also owned a paint/wallpaper/picture framing shop on my mom's side of the river. Maybe my maternal grandparents had their house painted? My dad and all my uncles worked for their dad.

Now I'm really curious.
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That River with your parents on either side made me think of a song I really loved when I was young, by Johnny Preston, "Running Bear Loved Little White Dove". Do you remember that?
 
My Mom and Dad met and married when they were 16yrs old. My Mom was walking passed my Dad and he said "Hi Beautiful." They started talking and 3 months later in 1930 they eloped. They had my brother in 1932 then in 1943 my sister was born and in 1945 I was born. They were married 63 yrs when my Dad passed away. He always said "It was Love at first sight.":love_heart:
 
My mother was the Scarlett O'Hara of Portsmouth, Virginia. She went dancing seven nights a week (have to keep up the moral of the Navy, what?) Pop was a handsome young naval corpsman from Indiana whose ship put into the naval yards. They met. She asked him if he could jitterbug. He allowed as how nobody could beat him at it and the rest was history. He sailed off to fight the Japanese and hang around for a little bit of the occupation. He returned in March of '46, they were married less than two weeks later and I was born in October of 1947. The dance continued until 1992 when we lost Pop.
 
Sassycakes said:
My Mom and Dad met and married when they were 16yrs old. My Mom was walking passed my Dad and he said "Hi Beautiful." They started talking and 3 months later in 1930 they eloped. They had my brother in 1932 then in 1943 my sister was born and in 1945 I was born. They were married 63 yrs when my Dad passed away. He always said "It was Love at first sight.":love_heart:
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That's beautiful Sassycakes. I love "love at first sight" stories with happy endings. Thanks for sharing.
 
jujube said:
My mother was the Scarlett O'Hara of Portsmouth, Virginia. She went dancing seven nights a week (have to keep up the moral of the Navy, what?) Pop was a handsome young naval corpsman from Indiana whose ship put into the naval yards. They met. She asked him if he could jitterbug. He allowed as how nobody could beat him at it and the rest was history. He sailed off to fight the Japanese and hang around for a little bit of the occupation. He returned in March of '46, they were married less than two weeks later and I was born in October of 1947. The dance continued until 1992 when we lost Pop.
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Nice story Jujube. My dad was a naval petty officer and a jitterbugger too.
 

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