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The Bridge

 Emmy Sue and Jimmy Wayne grew up in the hills of Tennessee, just across the creek from each other. Their families were poor but hardworking, doing their best to feed a passel of kids and make ends meet. They both attended the little one-room school on Emmy's side of the creek, and the country church on Jimmy's side on Sundays. In the summertime when school was out they could often be found swimming in the creek or fishing off the bridge, along with their brothers and sisters.  In the winters they slid together down snow-covered hills on old scraps of tin they found behind the barn. 
 
As they grew older, everyone could see that Jimmy Wayne had taken a shine to Emmy Sue; he would often cross the bridge to bring her a handful of wildflowers, or a second-hand copy of a book he'd bought for her by doing chores for the neighbors, knowing how much she loved to read. 
 
 It was clear that Emmy Sue had eyes for Jimmy too, and though she was shy and would blush madly when he'd show up on the doorstep, her mama and daddy noted that she started tying ribbons in her hair and saving him a piece of the pie or cake she'd baked if she thought he might be stopping by. 
 
As the years went on, they could often be seen walking hand and hand across the bridge from her house to his and back again, and no one in their little mountain community was a bit surprised then when Jimmy Wayne sought out Emmy's father for permission to ask for her hand in marriage.
 
On a beautiful day in early September, Emmy Sue crossed the little bridge once more, this time on the arm of her father, wearing a new pink calico dress that her mama made, with wildflowers woven into the now pinned up braids of her honey-blond hair.  She arrived at the little church filled with friends and neighbors, and took her place beside Jimmy Wayne to repeat their vows and pledge their love to one another. 
 
That love, which began long ago as they splashed in the water and fished from the bridge, was to bind them together and carry them through good times and bad for the next fifty-four years.  They raised eleven children, and lived to spend their old age sitting side by side on the front porch holding hands, surrounded by dozens of grandchildren and great-grandchildren.  When Emmy Sue was once asked what advice she gave her daughters and granddaughters about love and marriage, she said simply... "Real love grows, give it time."
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This story was written for Two Shoes Tuesday
where the prompt choices this week are over or always.

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13 comments:

  1. "... give it time." I believe that, Josie. I am thinking, that like a precious plant, it must also have lots of water and a little fertilizer. For sure theirs did with all those kids and grandkids.

    Nicely written too. Sort of like a fairy tale, just too good to be true. But there never was anything bad around the corner.

    I like your picture. We have a metal bridge about that size that was rescued and brought back to our old home counry museum in Nebraska. I remembered it being at the end of the park by the school. Next thing I knew it was at the museum. I didn't miss it because I had also moved away.
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    1. "county museum" (last paragraph)

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    2. I agree Jim, life definitely has it's share of "water and fertilizer" aka tears and s&#t! :-) Love gets is through those times together and makes us stronger for having done so. I'm certain that raising eleven children they had their share of trials, but in the end it all worked out ok.

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  2. So true! They let it grow, and so it stayed strong even in the tough times.

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    1. That's it, Mimi, they didn't rush into what seemed like love but was really infatuation. By the time they married they knew each other pretty well and what they were getting into, and that had a common upbringing and values to give them something to build on and help them stand firm when the going was rough. Papa Bear says that every day he loves me a little more, and I believe him, I think that's the way it is, because I feel the same about him! :-)

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  3. I loved this beautiful and tender love story but what really took me back to my childhood were the tin (tray) slides in snow covered hills and wading in streams with jam jars catching fish or frogs down the creek. That took me back to those halcyon days so well. Girlfriends however came later I must have been aa late developer. What a great piece of writing.

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    1. Thank you Old Egg, every now and then I enjoy telling a story about simpler times and ways of life. We did our share of sliding down snowy hills too, we had an old sled and later a long toboggan that several of us could fit on, but we found that metal "flying saucers" and old tire inner tubes gave some pretty thrilling rides!

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    1. Thank you, Lisa. I think the world could use more "happily ever after" stories :-)

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  5. My grandparents grew up on either side of the Mississippi River, she in MO, he in TN. His brother taught at her school house, which is how they met. It did grow from there. Their story was different, and ended differently, but there were some common threads. (All of my roots are southern, though I grew up mostly in the Great Lakes.) Love does take time. Bill & I were friends 4 years before he convinced me of more.

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    1. Wow, a little bit like my story! :-)) I love that you and Bill started out as friends, it used to be done that way more often, and I think it gives relationships a much better chance of success, because you know each other better by the time you decide to take it to a more serious level!

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  6. Great story, really moving. Liked the quote at the end! : )

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    1. Thank you Joseph, it was a fun story to write, it made me smile! I think the message is true, if its real it just gets better and better through the years! :-)

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