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Click here"Yes, Dad, I really do and I think she cares for me too. Don't worry, I'll court her for awhile before I marry her," I said.
They both laughed and told me they loved me and gave me a hug. I called Grandpa and told him about my talk with Mom and Dad. He asked me when I wanted to leave and I told him the following weekend. He came over the next day and told me to make sure it's what I wanted to do. I lifted up the phone and called Rose's Cafe. A very familiar voice answered.
"Rose's Cafe, Rose speaking."
"Hi, Rose."
"Jimmy, it's you! God, I already miss you and it's only been a couple of days. What made you call, Jimmy?"
"Rose, I think I'm in love with you and Grandpa and I want to move to Kentucky so I can court you."
The next thing I heard was a scream and Rose calling for Rosie. I could hear her through the phone.
"Grandma, Jimmy and Frank want to move here. Can you believe it?"
Rosie must have taken the phone from Rose. "Jimmy, is this true? Are you and Frank moving here?"
I handed the phone to Grandpa.
"Hi, Rosie. Yes, it's true. I think my grandson is smitten with your granddaughter. He wants us to move there next week. Do you have any empty rooms in the rooming house? I think my grandson wants to court your granddaughter properly."
"There will always be room for you, Frank, and any of your relatives," said Rosie. "You just show up and we'll leave the light on for you."
"Rosie, there's something I have to tell you. I lied a little at your house the other night when I said I only loved you as a sister. It wasn't true. I've always cared for you. Remember when Bill and Marsha were alive and we said we would always take care of one another? Well, Rosie, I want to take care of you. Do you think we can do a little courting of our own?"
"Yes, Frank, but we are getting older and we can't court for long," she laughed.
"Okay, then, we'll see you this coming weekend. Tell Rose I told her she would like my Grandson."
Grandpa and I packed up our things and headed south. We decided to stop one day so he could see his sisters. He tried to see them every time he passed through. He would probably see them and their families a lot more now too.
As we were driving down the road and entered into Kentucky, Grandpa reached in the back seat and took out his mandolin and decided to sing a song. What was that song he sang?
"My Old Kentucky Home."
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Sackettheartabout 2 months agoJust a great heartfelt story with all the right background story to bring it together. I would have liked a longer ending of when they moved back, but that's only because I didn't want the story to end. This touched me touched Mr and made me eyes tear thinking of my grandfather who lived many years as a boy in a brothel in New Mexico. He always told me how to treat women and not judge them but to treat them like a lady and not judge their past or what others think of them. Allow each new person you meet be a new beginning for them or you. No matter what people think of them if they act and conduct themselves like a lady or a gentleman with you treat them as such because they may be looking for that one person to give them a chance. The greatest part of this story that brought it home for me.was he said never forget to stop and small the roses and if you see a woman who looks like she might need it give her a compliment and make her your rose for the day.
Anonymousabout 2 years agoAnother masterpiece. Outstanding plot and story-line. Heart warming and so tender. 2.5 rating scales of 5* each, end-to-end.
BJ
Anonymousabout 2 years agoDamn, forgot one thing. There is an older woman here in the apartments where I live who's name is Rose. Her daughter brings extra foods from her garden to share and one day I asked what her name was, it was also Rose!
somewhere east of Omaha
Anonymousabout 2 years agoI'm not sure how I missed this story till now, maybe I confused it with jack straws tale of the near same name. They both share a similar story line and both are equally touching yet are remarkable in their own right. Thank you DG.
somewhere east of Omaha
