Happy Valentine’s Day! Welcome to the final day of the Plotting Princess Valentine’s Day blog. I hope you’ve had fun reading all the romantic tales and commenting to get your name in the drawing for that $200 Visa gift card!
WWII is a wonderfully romantic era for me, perhaps because as it ended my parents met and fell in love.
It all started in a small town south of Dallas, when the Yates family rented a house down the road from the Hunts, my mom’s family. Often, they would drop by the Hunt farm and visit. I don’t know for sure, but my theory is that those visits became more frequent once they got a taste of my grandmother’s homemade biscuits, pies and cakes. Anyway, at the beginning of the war, my mom, Syble Hunt, was still in school and the youngest Yates son, Bobby, developed a boyhood crush on her. Bobby would save her a seat on the school bus each day. He kept telling Syble that she should meet Duane, his oldest brother who was a tail gunner on a B-17. Bobby was a sweet kid, but she didn’t pay much attention.
So when the war ended and Duane returned to Texas, his dad and kid brother started in with similar stories. “You should meet Syble Hunt. She’s pretty and smart and she can really cook!” Like Syble, Duane didn’t give the stories much credence. He’d bought a used hot rod convertible and began settling back into civilian life, enjoying his freedom. He’d earned the title of jitterbug king overseas and taught dance for awhile in Dallas.
Bobby punched him in the shoulder. “That’s the girl we’ve been telling you about!”
Duane grinned that sideways grin of his, “I think I’ll marry her.”
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