“Would you like to marry me?”
We met Ed and Lucy on a Panama Cruise. We shared a dining table with another couple. It’s funny but I cannot even remember their names or faces. They never stayed after dinner, they came and went and seemed to be busy, busy, busy. When they were there we did not talk very much. Ed and Lucy were elderly darlings. It was incredible to see how tenderly Ed helped Lucy, pulled out her chair, put a scarf around her shoulders, held her elbow when walking in and out of the dining room and always had his warm, shining eyes on her.
A historian was telling the story of the building of the Panama Canal over a loudspeaker while we sailed through it and everybody crowded around the railing at the bow. People were jostling to take photographs and pushing their way through masses of people. I remember that I needed to go to the restroom but didn’t dare to leave and lose my spot. We stood out there for hours while the voice over the speaker was droning on. Ed had found a place in a corner with a kind of exhaust funnel that was big enough for Lucy to sit on. He had to lift her up there like a child and then was standing behind with his arms around her, to keep her safe. Lucy was glowing, was smiling at everyone and especially at Ed. Whenever we met them on land during stops and outings they always held hands or he had his arm around her waist. He would buy her a single rose which she would pin on her dress or jacket when coming to dinner. During my teenage years I thought this kind of tenderness a bit silly. In later years I was touched almost to tears when I saw older people holding hands. Did I feel jealous because I never had that kind of attention? No, I felt sad and I wished…. Once I asked a trusted male friend why this never happened to me. He told me “You seem too confident, you don’t need a man to take care of you and men instinctively know that. No man would dare to just do it. It would have to come from you.” Hmmm… Once, at a convention in New Orleans coming from breakfast, a gentleman in our group grabbed my hand when we crossed the street. I pulled it free as soon as we were on the other side. He looked at me and said “You don’t like holding hands, do you?”
Back to Ed and Lucy. Once dinner was ordered they would hold hands under the table, sometimes even on top of the table until the other couple arrived. I noticed that their legs under the table always touched each other. After a few days and feeling more comfortable with them I mentioned my admiration for the display of their apparent love. They looked at each other, she nodded and Ed told us their story.
They were both widowed. Together they had been married hundred-and-two years, albeit to different partners. She came from a large family and still had six living siblings, the oldest 82, the youngest 71. She was 78, her next younger brother was 77 and not well. Ed was 79 and alone since he had lost his wife. They lived in the same city in Florida but had never met. A good friend of Ed’s who felt sorry for him invited him to come to his church in another part of the city to join a group of people who met once a month for coffee and cake. Ed happened to be placed next to Lucy. He mentioned “I was very shy and quiet. Lucy was an extrovert. She soon helped me to feel relaxed. We had a lovely time. When the social broke up I was afraid I would never see her again and dared to ask her:
“Would you like to meet me for coffee tomorrow?”
She looked at him for a few seconds and he started to lose heart. But finally she said:
“Yes I would.”
Again they had a good time. He told her that he was able to cook a real good spaghetti dinner. When she looked at him expectantly he asked:
“Would you like to come to dinner to my house on Saturday?”
Again she let him wait for a few seconds and then just told him:
“Yes, I would.”
The dinner, three days later, was a success. He showed her the house, photographs of his wife, they laughed a lot and before she left he asked her:
“Would you….would you like to marry me?”
She looked at him for a long time. He was afraid he had been too hasty. But then, a big smile spreading across her face, she said:
“Yes, I would”.
The old gentleman looked lovingly at Lucy, held her hand across the table and Lucy continued the story. She told us “we were married three weeks later, are married for a week now and we are on our honeymoon.”
At the next stop in Curacao, on the coast of South America when we came back to the ship a bellhop with luggage followed by Ed and Lucy came down the gangway. Lucy was crying. I couldn’t help asking why they left and was very sad to hear why their honeymoon had been cut short. Her younger brother had died and they wanted to be at his funeral. I hugged both of them and said Good Bye and Ed whispered to me:
“Don’t be sad for us, I’ll take her on another honeymoon.”
This is my true Valentine story for 2015. Now in my “golden years” myself, I understand their kind of love. Cupid’s arrow hits independent of age. Isn’t that comforting to know? Make each day count, because none of us knows how much time we have left.
Love the story Giselle, especially since it was on a cruise.
Hello, again, – yes, and it was a beautiful fun filled cruise! Those two darlings are probably not around anymore – it happened a long time ago. The sweetest old people I ever met and so very much in love.
A lovely story Giselle. Thank you for sharing.
Nice love story, Giselle. I’ve seen people in their seventies in love like this too. Swept off their feet with romance. The bride wanted a “white” wedding, and she got it. A few months later after being married and living together, they weren’t so happy after all. Romance is one thing; reality is another. Oh my gosh – the myth of the white dress is so powerful, it persists into old age. Hope your couple is still happy, at least for a little while.
James, – did you ever read the book “The Thornbirds” by Colleen McCullough? That mean old biddy wore a white dress on her what, I think 70. birthday (that was OLD in those days!) and tried to have the young priest make love to her and promised to help him get “up” in the church – oh what a story, – I remember when the movie was shown I left “Giselle’s” to Marge and ran home to watch each episode. It was shown in three, each Tuesday evening and Tuesday was our long open day…..You are right: The white dress… one could write a story on that…
Giselle, I do remember seeing the Thornbirds back in the day. I remember it starred Richard Chamberlain. But it was so long ago, that I only vaguely remember that he played a priest, and that an older woman got her hooks into him. You have a great memory for things like that. Thanks for bringing that story back to mind.
Colleen McCullough’s books, “The First Man in Rome”, “The Grass Crown” and several others really “hooked” me on her writing and “The Thornbirds” was at the time one of the greatest books I had read. I can tell you the whole story! The title is great: It relates to Australian birds that hurt themselves by flying into thorny bushes….I still haven’t come up wit a title for my 2. book.
What a lovely story. Thank you for sharing this and writing it so beautifully.
A beautiful story – one full of love and hope. Bless you for sharing it.