David was very kind and sat up with me until midnight watching the Cary Grant movie Love Affair to Remember on PBS last night. Of course I have seen the film nineteen times, along with Sleepless in Seattle. A great pair of movies, I doubt there is a woman anywhere who hasn’t seen both of them multiple times. I don’t know her anyway.
Love Affair makes me sad because I was young, innocent, and a romantic teen, the first saw it on the big screen in my little Southern town. The story, set in glamorous New York City…the big city to us small town kids…was one of those films from the fifties that made us long for the larger world.
To escape into the larger world, I spent far too much time in the years following with the wrong sorts of men. In those days, many of us girls believed men were the only ticket out of a narrow life.
David in turn spent too much time with the wrong women, but he led a glamorous life, traveling in Europe and living there for years. No he wasn’t a playboy, he was a NATO contractor.
David and I eventually found each other. Some of us must wait a half a lifetime to find our soul mate. Sometimes I envy those lucky few who found it immediately.
I asked my granddaughter, who has received a proposal of marriage recently, if she loved the boy. I told her marriage is difficult enough but if you don’t love each other its hell. Furthermore, as they are both poor, marriage would be doubly hard if she has children. In addition, although she is educated, he is not. As he is a working class kid, I don’t see any great fortune coming their way to ease the burdens of poverty either.
She had no answer, but she is one who seldom reveals her feelings, thus her non-answer means nothing. She told me she told him to ask her again in six months. When I saw them together at Christmas, I could tell he liked her quite a lot and she seemed happy with him. After all, he braved meeting the parents and grandparents.
Throughout the evening I noticed him sneaking sideways glances at me. While my daughter and her husband appear pussycats as does David, I suppose I am a fearsome creäture. My intuition is quite strong, however, and I felt he was a good kid who did indeed care for my granddaughter. Is this true love? I don’t know. Only they can answer that question. Whether you should marry your true love is another question. —000—
When I was in love with you,
Then I was clean and brave and true,
And miles around the wonder grew,
How well did I behave.
But now the fancy passes by
And nothing does remain,
and miles around the people say
I am myself again.