We had been dating for a couple months – and now it was time
she told me – to meet her parents!
I had a 1977 Pontiac Grand Prix and this was 1981.
It was a burgundy red with a half white leather top.
All leather inside to match the burgundy and bucket seats!
My thought was maybe he would like the car
and then like me! LOL
So goes a nervous mind of a 31 year old!
Bill was a man – and a vet of WWII.
Serving in the war and told me a few stories.
Sherry told me he had been in a motorcycle accident some years before.
And had been injured really bad
to the point he almost died.
He was a master carpenter and did all the remodeling
on their home – building additions
and was currently building a chimney
and facing it with bricks as we drove up and parked.
She told me just be normal – but he was imposing – 6′ 2″
Sherry got her height from him and his personality
I was later to find out.
She reminds me so much of him.
We got out of the car
and he later told me he thought I was a State Trooper
because I looked like a State Trooper friend of his named Carl.
He stopped as we walked up and she introduced me and we shook hands.
It was a firm grip – a grip of a Vet and father if you know what I mean.
He had Three daughters – Sherry being the oldest.
We both had been married before
and man I was nervous.
But – after a few words he made me feel at home
and ever since that day – he became a second father to me.
Teaching me all about construction –
I still can not master it but at least I know some things!
My own father passed when I was 19 and the last years of his life
he spent in a battle with lung cancer.
Bill loved to cook – as did Barb – but I remember him standing
in the kichen at the stove watching over the fry pan
making breakfast – smiling that crooked grin he had.
That first day back then started a friendship
that lasted some 18 or 19 years until he passed away.
He told me many a story – both about the War
and his early life growing up in Ludlow
where my brother in law Bill grew up.
We have been together 39 1/2 years Married 38 years
and every time I look at her
I see Bill – certain little things I notice.
And a lot of people tell her that I look like her father
some who did not know us asked if I were his son.
Yep – that day in 1981 I drove my car up the driveway
and by the way – he liked that car!
Just another day of memories
and one that I cherish to this day-
THE DAY I MET BILL!
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