Life is too ironic to understand.
It takes sadness to know
What happiness is,
Noise to appreciate silence,
And absence
To value presence!
~Author Unknown
Not too long after I graduated and began working in a secretarial position, the grant that funded James’ job at the blood bank expired and so he had to be let go. After a few months he got another job, this time with EPA working in air pollution control here in our area, and thus we continued moving forward in paying off the debts incurred from his illness in our first year of marriage. On a side note, as a requirement for his job, James had to attend conferences on air quality and pollution controls. When one came up which required that he fly to North Carolina, I learned for the very first time that James was very much afraid of flying, and though I hadn’t thought of it for several years, it occurred me then that that probably meant the end of any chance of ever getting to Paris. But I told myself such is life and just let the dream fall by the wayside again. Soon after that I decided to stop wasting the education that my parents had worked hard to fund and went back to school one summer in order to get a third teaching field. In the fall of 1968 I finally got my first teaching job, and then 2001 I retired after having taught English and/or Spanish for 31 years. And go figure! I never did get the opportunity to teach French. And so whoooosh! The dream’s tiny, remaining flame is all but snuffed out one more time. However, all had not been lost. Life had gone on in spite of all the setbacks and dashed hopes. Over the course of our now nearly 53 years of marriage, I had given birth to our one and only child who was and is the delight and love of our lives. But wait! Are you ready for this one? She met her future husband while they were both working on their Ph.D in graduate school, and they married shortly after their graduations. So? One might ask. What’s the problem with that? Well… Where do suppose he took her on their honeymoon??? Why, where else but Paris of course and for a whole, entire week! To be continued…
You, Lord, are my lamp; the Lord turns my darkness into light. ~2 Samuel 22:29 ✝
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Wow so cool! Hey you could go by boat! 🙂
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He doesn’t like boats either. He can’t swim! Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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And so Nikki got to Paris and lived your dream for you. 🙂 How ironic but then I am sure she peaked your desire for there once again and maybe even more so.
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It was ironic, V. Yes, she reaffirmed how wonderful it was and had a good time. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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My dad, after my grandfather’s death in 1967, sold the family business and went to work at the Fulton Co Health Dept. in the air pollution section as a civil engineer. . .one more similarity 🙂
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Oh my goodness! We really are twinkies in a way! Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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Wow, 53 years is brilliant. Now with the internet you can travel the world without leaving your couch. Take care
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Yeppers, it’s a long time to be married. Even though you can travel vicariously through the internet and photos, being there in person is always so much better, I think. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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The adventure continues. I’m glad you have such a love and humor for your life and the ups and downs that come. blessings, Brad
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Yes it does. Oh one just has to have love and a sense of humor to make it in this world, I think. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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Two wonderful ingredients in the recipe for a good life. 🙂
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moving story, Natalie, hugs Mitza
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Thanks, Mitza. Thanks for staying with it. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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This story is really very interesting and moving. I like such stories. Unfortunately I don’t have so much time and have to work every day on more than 1200 followers. That’s a lot of work. 🙂
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Love it, Natalie. I just know the story ends with you in Paris!
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Thanks, Susan. I’m glad you’re enjoying my saga, and you’re right I did make it to Paris. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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YIPPEE!
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This is such a poignant yet uplifting story of patience, love, and tenacity, Natalie.
I remember it was my dream to go to France one day as well – something my daughter was able to do in her last year of high school. Somehow, the trip my daughter and I later made to Hawaii filled my need to travel the world. There I found other Indigenous people who, like Ojibwe people in the US and Canada, still endure the shared legacy of historical trauma and dispossession with impatient grace and determination.
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Thank you, Carol for your lovely comment about my posts. And your comment that indigenous people have endured a shared legacy of historical trauma and disposition with impatient grace and determination is absolute truth. It is a tragic legacy indeed. Blessings and hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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