A Fun One

When I started this blog, I had a very specific story in mind. Aside from forgetting almost entirely about this blog, I just didn't know how "appropriate" it would be. But, what is appropriate, really? I would submit that because nothing in my childhood was appropriate by most standards, I can tell this story worry-free. So here goes.

My grandfather was the son of a farmer. My grandmother also came from a farming family. I would like to say that they fell in love instantly. If this were Hollywood, they would have fallen in love at a first sight. But, this was not Hollywood, this was Azua. Small town Dominican Republic, in the 50's.

My grandfather was in "lust" and my grandmother, the strong willed woman that she was, would have nothing to do with it. "If you want to have me, you are not going to have me and leave me in my father's house. You will buy me a house, and land. And then, maybe I will consider being your wife."

So, he bought her a house and land. And they settled, proper.