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.
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