sweet stories

On Sunday, I drove up to my uncle and aunt's house in Pleasant View to have dinner with the random fragments of my extended family that happen to live in Utah. It was a great night of good food, cute first-cousins-once-removed, good music, and a rousing game of Pictionary. While the rest of the family was playing, I asked my Grandpa about meeting my Grandma and this is a short version of their story:

Clive helped drive up a group of singing mothers so they could sing in general conference. Another man helping drive this group of singing ladies happened to be Bea's uncle. Upon arrival in Salt Lake, Bea's uncle took Clive into the bank that Bea worked at and introduced them. Clive then took Bea out every night that week that he was in town. He says that he loved Bea from the first moment he saw her. At the end of that week, they had their first kiss in the rumble seat of the car. Clive then drove back to Arizona and the correspondence began. Letters continued throughout Clive's mission to the mid-west and then throughout his posts with the airline in South America. Clive then decided that he was in love with Bea and he wanted to marry her. They are now 87 years old and still in love.

My grandmother said that if you added up all their real dates after that first week they would add up to little over one week. I thought the story was cute and too much goes unrecorded. The risk of letting this story disappear has compelled me to write this short version of it here and a longer one elsewhere. Besides, it's such a sweet story.