Friday, August 5, 2011

When Roy Met Dorothy


When we traveled home this summer for vacation, I begged my husband to take me to the part of town where the World War II Honeymoon Homes were, 13th and Division. Here, one after the other were the homes built for returning Veterans and their young wives.


It was almost impossible to imagine Roy as a newlywed due to his irrascable nature. It seemed to me he barked more than spoke. How on earth did he ever woo a young Dorothy to become his life's companion. I had only ever witnessed him giving orders and Dorothy carrying them out.


Dorothy always had a cheerful disposition for every day greeted, a "Hello there!" called through her kitchen window before you could even ring the door bell. A promise to return at the end of a visit before her embrace would end. A well being that would stay with you for the rest of the day.



Roy would pass away first, Dorothy began an immediate decline and would soon join her husband. It was this I would recall as I looked at their Honeymoon Home so tiny you couldn't possibly be anything but close. I couldn't imagine Roy without Dorothy or Dorothy without Roy, and I knew in my heart that True Love had found it's only home within the the two of them.

8 comments:

A Vintage Chic said...

What a sweet love story, Elizabeth...and what an adorable little Valentine creation you've made! Just the perfect illustration for another lovely tale...

Wishing you the loveliest weekend, dear friend...

Julie

ImagiMeri said...

Another time, another dream. My house is 2,600 square feet and I still feel it's filled with love.......also dirt, glitter, glue bits, paperclay shavings, etc.

Have a happy day girlfriend!

Love ya'
Meri

Kim K. said...

Another lovely story & creation, Elizabeth. My husband's parents still live in their 800 square foot house in Detroit. I'm still amazed at how 4 children and 2 adults survived in that house (with only one bathroom too).

Ric Rac and Polka Dots said...

That's such a sweet post. I can just imagine walking down the street. Did you ever see the movie with Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn, called Swingshift? It was cute. I just googled it to be sure, and came upon a link to look at the 1940 bungalows the service families lived in. You might enjoy it. http://hookedonhouses.net/ That is the first time I tried to put a link up, I hope it works!!!
Julie

Ric Rac and Polka Dots said...

Sorry ladies, that wasn't the entire code. It will take you to the website but not the exact page I was trying to show you. Ok, I think this is actually the entire code you need to type in to see it . . .

http://hookedonhouses.net/2010/07/05/goldie-hawns-1940s-bungalow-in-swing-shift/

Now, that should work. You should check it out, really fun!
Julie

Suz said...

So lovely, E. I just love how you describe people. I really feel that I can see them! I think I felt the biggest "twinge" at Dorothy calling "hello" through the window. People don't do that anymore! It was so common in my small Midwestern town.
Hugs to you, my friend,
Suz

Joanne said...

what a sweet story of soul mates!
Blessings, Joanne

~~Carol~~ said...

Such a sweet story! They didn't have McMansions back then, so I think families were alot closer, don't you? One TV, one radio, one car, one big happy family!