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The year is 1949. Its mid to late February by guesstimate, because no one recalls for sure. Philadelphia. Driving from Chestnut Hill to Germantown are the groom and his parents, going to meet the brides family for the first time. George, George Jr. and Sarah, who keeps repeating in a barely audible ponderance, a name.
John Kerr.
Neither father nor son pay much attention. Its her way.
They arrive at the house in Germantown and the front door swings open to a stocky short man in his late 50s grinning and shouting with joy.
Sarah Miller!!
Johnny Kerr!!
They embrace as only long lost friends can. In the years following WWI, the two had known each other from the Irish Dances they had attended, and by all accounts, made a career of carpet shredding that would make any hoofer with style applaud. They were held mostly for the returning Doughboys, a privately funded USO-type event. They had lost contact around 1920-1, having both taken up a job or or started a family.
Twenty-eight years later, Sarahs son and Johns daughter were to be married. One can only imagine the stories that were told that night. The love, the wonder and the Things That Have No Definition that make a soul soar. Reunited in the most unpredictable and joyous way the imagination could conjure or conceive.
What makes this my favorite story in the world is that it is true.
I am living proof of it.
Sarah Miller and John Kerr are my grandparents. John is my middle name, and I am a Miller in body and manner, the most Miller of the six children my parents raised.
I am a living reunion.
Smile a bit DU, there is ever magic in the world.
Robert John/SCE
Editor's Note: This was originally posted on DU nine years ago today. It was high time I told it again.
blaze
(6,362 posts)I'm very glad you decided to share it again!
MustLoveBeagles
(11,612 posts)Thank you for sharing this again. Kicked and recommended.
red dog 1
(27,820 posts)GREAT story!
Glorfindel
(9,730 posts)Too often we forget that it's there for the taking, and the world's more full of wonder than any of us will ever understand.
dixiegrrrrl
(60,010 posts)A very well told story. I think it is marvelous.
RandomAccess
(5,210 posts)(I love your story, Salmon.)
Young woman in Colombia has finished college and takes a trip to Italy, to the Vatican, with her sister. While there she sees a priest praying who, for some reason, really impresses her with his piety. She goes over to him and gives him a medal she had bought earlier that day.
Several years later, feeling restless, she decides to visit the United States on an extended visa. She has a few relatives in the States, and hooks up with them, but also decides to take a job as a waitress in a Mexican restaurant.
There she meets my son, who is smitten. She has made a decision not to date anyone who isn't interested in helping her learn better English. My son offers to do that, even before she asks -- she readily accepts.
They become an item.
And then more. She accepts his offer of marriage.
BUT. he has to go through just a little counseling with the Church. He agrees. When they go in to meet the priest who'll counsel them, he looks a little familiar.
Suddenly she remembers where she had seen him before! Excitedly she asks him: Were you ever at the Vatican? Do you remember someone giving you a medal?
And with the priest's affirmative answers, she knew beyond all doubt -- as did all the rest of us when we heard this story -- that this marriage was meant to be, a marriage truly made in heaven.
marked50
(1,366 posts)But where are the cats involved? Pictures?