This week we’re talking about family stories. I love listening to stories about my family. Ever since I was little if someone was telling stories I was there, hanging on to every word. There are so many stories that have been passed down.
In fact, I told one to the genetic counselor that my son and I had to see last week. She was asking about our medical history before she ordered tests to be done (in the hopes of finally discovering what is going on with Quin). I mentioned Celiac Disease and she asked if anyone else in the family had it.
“Oh yes, my great-grandma had it as well.”
Doctor, “That’s unusual that they diagnosed that back then.”
I continued on, “She was so severely ill and in the hospital that they thought she was dying. They sent for her son who was in the Navy. My great-grandma used to tell us that he RAN all the way home from Chicago to be at her side. Eventually they discovered that it was Celiac Disease. She never did know that he had hitchhiked home to be with her.”
Everyone knows how Grandpa Schroeder (dad’s dad) lied about his age so he could join the Navy to fight in WWII. He was only seventeen, you can tell in his Navy photo that he was so very young. None of us know what happened while he was at war as he NEVER spoke of it.
A story that has become a favorite is how my parents met. One day my mom was out for a drive in the country with her family when she saw a handsome cowboy riding a dancing horse down the side of the road. My mom knew then that she was going to marry that boy someday. She ended up sitting behind him in the school auditorium not long after. Her family and friends did not approve of him because he was a country kid. My mom was even sent to visit her brother in an attempt to separate her and my dad. Her parents didn’t want her to marry a farmer. The two of them were madly in love. They married when he was 18 and she was 17 (a little over a month before her 18th birthday). Even though they were married my mom was told she could not take him to her senior prom because he had graduated the year before. So mom skipped the prom. They’ve been happily married ever since, they just celebrated their 50th anniversary a few weeks ago and they still act like two lovestruck teenagers. I’ve always loved hearing their story. Now my kids love hearing it as well. What makes it even more beautiful is seeing how much in love they are to this day.