As I've not yet called Aunt Risa to ask about that missing detail, concerning my grandpa's adopted profession (a detail adding interest without proving vital to the authenticity of relating a true story), let's move forward, so Bailey and her child can emigrate to the Midwest, where Jack will grow up, attend a dance and sweep Jennie into a grand romance, extending over my parents' lifetime ...
Hey! No eye rolling, please ... You must know, by now, how deeply affected I am by honest-to-goodness romance, most especially when, upon reflection, the main characters in a story of love at first sight depicts a pair of lovers, who prove to be none other than my mother and father. I mean, think about it: How many kids envision their folks as the courageous hero and lovely heroine, who find themselves swept into a mesmerizing trance upon laying eyes on each other across a crowded room? And rare is the youngster who'd believe that such a magical experience can connect two hearts at every stage of life ...
By this point in my life, experience suggests that once you're over the hill, there's another hill to climb, and here's why that's a good thing: As soon as you stop climbing hills, life gets pretty flat, and flattening out for any length of time proves impossible for a spirit that flies high as naturally as mine :)
So anyway, where was I? Oh yes, we've been moving in a step by step fashion toward that point in my story where Grandma Bailey and young Jack believe they'll soon set sail for the new world, suggestive of their bidding farewell to everything familiar, most especially loved ones, in Poland, where Yacob's younger brother, Nuete, had adopted the role of Jack's father in the absence of his own … And as love for each other had time to deepen over the length of seven years, thus will a bittersweet flavor overshadow my father's eventual departure from all he knew …
Hey! No eye rolling, please ... You must know, by now, how deeply affected I am by honest-to-goodness romance, most especially when, upon reflection, the main characters in a story of love at first sight depicts a pair of lovers, who prove to be none other than my mother and father. I mean, think about it: How many kids envision their folks as the courageous hero and lovely heroine, who find themselves swept into a mesmerizing trance upon laying eyes on each other across a crowded room? And rare is the youngster who'd believe that such a magical experience can connect two hearts at every stage of life ...
By this point in my life, experience suggests that once you're over the hill, there's another hill to climb, and here's why that's a good thing: As soon as you stop climbing hills, life gets pretty flat, and flattening out for any length of time proves impossible for a spirit that flies high as naturally as mine :)
So anyway, where was I? Oh yes, we've been moving in a step by step fashion toward that point in my story where Grandma Bailey and young Jack believe they'll soon set sail for the new world, suggestive of their bidding farewell to everything familiar, most especially loved ones, in Poland, where Yacob's younger brother, Nuete, had adopted the role of Jack's father in the absence of his own … And as love for each other had time to deepen over the length of seven years, thus will a bittersweet flavor overshadow my father's eventual departure from all he knew …
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