A Cup of Comfort Stories for Weddings by Helen Kay Polaski

Author:Helen Kay Polaski
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: stories, weddings, inspiration
Publisher: F+W Media
Published: 2012-01-03T00:00:00+00:00

I Married My High School Sweetheart

By Connie Vigil Platt

I grew up in the old days, the days when children minded their parents and did what they were told. My mother passed away when I was quite young, so it was natural that I became very close to my father. He was all that I had, and his word was law. I didn’t always agree with him, but I obeyed without question.

I wasn’t allowed to date while I was in high school, but this wasn’t much of a hardship because nobody asked me out, anyway. That is, until senior year.

It was a small school, and we seven graduates had become a tight little group. We all went to the prom together as a group of friends, not as individual couples.

I was allowed to go to the dance that night, and when I put on my new long gown Dad told me I was beautiful. The gym was decorated in the class colors, with lavender and white crepe paper streamers, and the lights were dimmed. It might seem corny to the teenagers of today, but for us it was a fairy kingdom and a magical night. Then to make it even more perfect, I met the handsomest boy in the whole wide world.

Bob Platt came to the gym looking for my classmate — his sister Kate. When she introduced us and he looked at me with those blue eyes, the color of deep water, I felt as if I were drowning. Everything and everyone else faded out of existence for me.

At that time, we were experiencing the dark days of the Korean War and Bob’s khaki army uniform fit like a second skin. He was a Rogers Ranger — or some other romantic title — and home on leave.

Now that I was all grown up at age seventeen, I was allowed a little more freedom. We managed to see each other almost every day for what was left of his leave. We made plans for when he would come back, and dreamed about what our life would be when he was finished making the world safe for democracy. We liked the same things. We had the same goals. We were soul mates. Admittedly, I was naïve in the ways of the world, but I was in love for the first time. And I believed in it.

The night before he was due to return to camp, he came to see me, but my father didn’t think it was such a good idea to go off with him.

“I think you’d better stay home tonight,” he said.

I was shocked to think I wouldn’t be able to see Bob alone this one last time. But it never occurred to me to go anyway. I wanted to stomp my foot or break something, but, instead, I went to my room and cried great, racking sobs. My father came in and sat on the bed patting my shaking shoulders.

“Don’t cry, honey,” he said. “He’ll forget all about you in six months.

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