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The Beginning of The End- Part Two - Our Life Together

Story ID:2235
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Family History
Writers Conference:$500 2007 Family Memories Writing Project
Location:Fort Lee New Jersey USA
Person:My First Wife, Georgia
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The Beginning of The End- Part Two - Our Life Together

Part Two: Our Life Together

The chair ripped apart. We laughed together, as she slipped

through the chair and hit the floor. I held her hand and helped

her up. "Well?" I asked.

"Well what?"

"Will you marry me?"

"You were serious?" She asked.

"Do you think I would joke about asking you to marry me?"

"Michael! You're serious? Oh yes! Yes! Yes, I will marry you."

We spent the night in that barren house. I handed her a glass

of champagne, "I love you." I whispered.

We kissed, slid to the floor, pushed the broken chair out

of the way, and pulled the only blanket we had over us.


"Mike, what is wrong with you?" Johnny asked?


"I was trying to turn up this circuit you wired. It took me

two hours to figure out you wired it completely wrong!"

"I'm sorry, Johnny. I don't know what I was thinking."

"I know what's wrong! You're in love with that little

Hungarian girl, aren't you?"

I smiled. "Yup! I guess I am."

My thoughts were only about her. Everything else suffered.


Georgia and I sat at our picnic table. We were camping. A

pair of pewter goblets, filled with wine, sat in front of us.

Two men passed by followed by their children. Theywere headed to

the shore to gather mussels for their dinner. One of the men

looked at us and saw the goblets. "You're either just or almost."

he said.

He had no idea how right he was. Yes, we were almost married.

The smile on our faces and the goblets were sure signs.


My future mother-in-law suffered with cancer. She and my

future father-in-law lived hundreds of miles from us. I only met

them once before our marriage, but it was obvious, I would have no

need for mother-in-law jokes. I loved her the minute I met her.

He was different. He'd been through a lot in his life. Hungarians

were forced to fight for the Nazi regime. Crossing a bridge one night,

he was shot in the abdomen and spent the rest of the war in a hospital.

They moved to Canada during the Hungarian revolution. With two

young girls in tow, they crossed the heavily guarded border into

Austria and immigrated to a country they knew little about.

Mom, as I felt comfortable in calling my mother-in-law, suffered

with cancer for many years. Although it was in remission, she knew

her time was short. During one visit, as we left their hotel room on

the night before their departure, I glanced back to see her standing

in the hall. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she stared after us.

Her look of sorrow brought tears to my eyes and a lump in my

throat. I knew what she thought, "Will this be the last time I see

my daughter?"

I stopped Georgia, "Wait a moment."

I walked the short distance to mom and hugged her tight. "Mom,"

I whispered. "You hang in there. Come back for the wedding. I want

you here."


The day of the wedding was hectic but joyous. Georgia and I stood

face-to-face as we said our vows. There was a tremble in my voice as

I said mine. After we were pronounced man and wife, I hugged my bride,

took her arm, and walked her down the aisle and into our future.

My mother-in-law said later, "I could hear it in your voice. I

knew you meant every word you said. I prayed for this moment. I

wanted to live long enough to see Georgia settled."

I hugged her. "Mom, I'm so glad you are here, but you have to

hang on. There will be grandchildren. You can't miss them."

She hugged me back. "Michael, I'm very happy. All I ever

wanted, was to see Georgia settled. Today saw it happen. I can

go in peace."

"You'll see them, Mom."

She looked at me doubtfully. "I'm happy now. I don't expect

to see grandchildren."

I reached out, pulled her to me, and whispered in her ear.

"Mom, you will. I just know it."

After the ceremonies, Georgia and I left for our hotel. I

opened the door to our suite, lifted my new wife in my arms, and

turned to the door. It closed softly in our faces.

I put her down, reopened it, picked her up again, and turned

in time to watch it close once more. I propped the door open with

a trash can. I lifted her in my arms, turned and watched the heavy

door push the trash can aside and close again.

A small crowd had gathered. They stood at their doors and

watched with smiles on their faces, as I failed time-after-time.

"Michael! Never mind! Let's go in!" Georgia said. She was

embarrassed by the attention.

"Hun, it's my duty to carry you across the threshold, damn

it! I'm going to do it."

She stood alone. I reentered the room, slid a heavy chair

against the door, and returned to Georgia. I picked her up and

carried her into the room.

Those gathered, cheered and clapped. The door closed a final

time. The clamor in the hall dimmed. I took my wife into my arms

and into my life.


Thirteen months after our wedding, I stood at Georgia's side.

She gripped my hand and moaned. "It hurts."

"Hang in there, Hun. It will end soon."

A contraction rippled pain through her body. "Breath!" I

yelled. "Breath! Puff, puff, puff, puffff!"

She slapped at me. "Stop blowing in my face!"

I backed off.

"Mr. Smith, the head is crowning. Come see." the nurse said.

I took a quick look. "Yup, that's a head alright." I retreated

back to Georgia's side.

The nurse handed my daughter to me. "Georgia," I looked

down at my exhausted wife. "We have our Vanessa. She's beautiful!

Thank you." My tears dripped on our new baby and caused it to cry.

"You gave birth to a beautiful baby girl."

I handed the baby to her. The nurse helped her adjust the baby

to her breast. Georgia cuddled Vanessa in her arms, as Vanessa

suckled for the first time. Georgia looked up at me, "That wasn't

so bad! I think I could do it again."

I could only cry. She had been through so much, but she was

still committed to having two children.

Georgia's parents arrived a few weeks later. Mom held her

new granddaughter all day long. She refused to let her go. Time

was short for mom. She would not miss this only opportunity.

Mom died six months later, but she got to see her first


Two and a half years later, Georgia did do it again. We

had a fine young son.

Too Be Continued…….

Michael T. Smith