Sixty years. Can it really be that long ago?
March 9 1956 – I know that many of you weren’t even born then, but think back to when you were about to turn 18. It was the norm then for girls to marry before they were 20. I hear the gasps and know you are all wondering at the craziness of that. I had met and gone out with Mr S for about a year, yes even when I was in school He proposed, we bought a beautiful ring and on March 9 we celebrated our engagement with friends and family.
His family owned a factory that made dresses for various designers and so of course, I had the pick of the season’s dresses. I thought I looked beautiful. Unfortunately, no photographs of this event have survived. Well of course we were both only 17 and far too young to know our own minds. The song that played during the celebration was Nat King Cole singing Too Young. I’m sure you know that one.
Well we were sure that “this love will last though years may go” but of course, it didn’t. We continued to see each other, talked about waiting several years before we married, where we would live etc, etc. It was all very exciting for a young woman/girl.
But then …about a year after this event, I met my DYS (Dashing Young Scotsman) and family lore has it that I went home and announced to the family that I had met the man I was going to marry. I broke off the engagement to Mr S. We agreed that our engagement was a mistake. Well at the time I thought we agreed. But that’s another story for another day…..
So that young love was really a case of Puppy Love.
As I have always loved dramatics, I gave him back his ring with the words “can we still be friends?” and strangely enough while we weren’t particularly close after that, he and my DYS became firm friends. Mr S came to the wedding and I have a photo of the day standing between he and my new husband.
So today I’m asking myself “And was I ever that sweet, innocent 17 going on 18 year old who thought the world was made of all things good, just for her?” And wasn’t I lucky to meet my DYS and not go through with the marriage which no doubt would have been a catastrophe ending in divorce as so many of my friends’ early marriages did?
I have written at length about the marriage I had with my DYS, for the most part, good but with the ups and downs that all relationships experience.
At the beginning of my blogging journey, way back in March 2011 I wrote Yesterday When I Was Young. Perhaps you might like to read it.