EVELYN AND LLOYD: A LOVE STORY

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By Karen Wills

 

Reading the letters, I came to understand just how difficult the long hardships and separations caused by WWII really were. Dad, a teacher, became a gunnery officer on a ship in the South Pacific. Mom stayed on the Big West Oilfield with her parents in their little house. My grandparents had one bedroom, while Mom and my two-year-old brother and eventually, I, shared the other.

The letters reveal little running jokes, stories about new and old friends, and earnest concerns of a young couple managing ration books and occasional train trips to be together on a shoestring budget. Their longing and loneliness come through. Here’s Dad:

Dearest One,

       I “writ” you one letter today. What am I doing writing again? Could it be love?

Mom wrote of how brokenhearted she felt after seeing him off at the Shelby Depot after his too-brief leave. She held up until, at the café, someone put the song “Together” on the jukebox.

They weathered the war and their years apart. All of it became part of our family lore. Their letters, though, were their story alone. Here’s a piece of Dad’s last letter before coming home:

     “Well, Honey, we have written a lot of letters, haven’t we? Your letters helped out immeasurably. You have been grand throughout this whole business, Sweetheart, and I can hardly wait to get back with you, and I hope to God that we won’t have to be separated again.”

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  They never were.
Originally published February 14, 2014

LIVE FREE MY LOVE

Love Lives Here

We are the original star-crossed lovers!  Fifty-eight years ago we got reacquainted, engaged, married and began our journey.  Now we are entering our eightieth year celebrations…your birthday on Valentine’s Day and mine in July.  What a trip it is and how grateful I am that you decided to call me on that day in May.

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Live Free My Love

My heart is wide open these days

When I look at you.

You feel so warm and close

So nearly dearly a part of me.

Even when we’re not touching

Your essence surrounds me.

Deep sounds of you rumble through my body

Vibrating the core of me.

My silence is shattered with a song

Elevating the day from silence to nonsense.

Songs speaking your mood, your thoughts

With lyrics revealing a being unclothed,

A public man of hidden passions

Wearing a cloak of laughter and control

Over pain lodged beneath a shield of

Casual concern masking the buried

Need for Yes to your dreams

And cheering your vision ever onward.

You are so elegantly human.

So overflowing with a child’s love.

Wanting to burst through reserve,

Wanting to dance and sail on the moon,

Wanting to float balloons at the center of the world,

Wanting love and joy and…

Dobish Torte.

Live free, My Love.

Ina Albert-Secher, February 2015

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