Wednesday, 5 December 2007

The Irish Lover — a true story

And now I have got something to post about, inspired by a post on The English Lover on Fr Ray's blog. This is a true story, and it takes place in the little Irish midlands town where my father came from.

Kitty and Joe (let us call them) had been going out together every Wednesday evening since they had been teenagers at school. They never missed; they would go to a tea shop, and then to see a film or have a walk together, just the two of them.
When they turned sixty, Kitty, sitting in the car, finally took her courage in her hands and said:
"Joe; isn't it time we were getting wed?"
Joe looked at her with astonishment.
"But Kitty, who'd have us now?"

They are both now dead some fifteen years. Both died single.

3 comments:

Mrs Jackie Parkes MJ said...

i really do think all the bloggers have gone all romantic!

Josephus Muris Saliensis said...

Blame the Pope. It's been like this since Sept 14. Even some of the grumpier traditionalists who have never been anything but rude in the past have suddenly become charming and friendly. Just shows what Caritas can do.

gemoftheocean said...

Great story. I hope Joe was driving. 'Cause I would have left him there!