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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region Forums"Three Democrats and a German"--a one-act play put on 38 years ago today
In December of 1981, my brother called me up in Boston, where I was at the time, and asked me if I wanted to be best man at a wedding--his. I said sure, when? He said April 10 of the next year, which was 1982. His then-girlfriend was from Japan, and couldn't stay with him in the States without marrying him. Since she had decided her career prospects in Japan were limited to what she was at the time (a bank teller), she wanted to live in the USA anyway, and go for something bigger. In a few years she was head of the World Bank's Asia desk in Washington, so her choice was a good one.
Anyway, I said sure, I'd love to do it. I then said I should call up MY girlfriend in Germany and ask if she could make it as well. He immediately said, "well, if you BOTH are going to be there, why not join in?" Hmmm, a double wedding! cool. And I needed make NONE of the arrangements. DOUBLY cool. But there was one other person that had to give her OK to the plan before it could happen.
So, I called up my then-girlfriend in Germany and told her my brother was getting married in Washington in April of next year, and could I tell him she would be there? She said unhesitatingly, "absolutely! Of course I'll be there!" Then I told her about his suggestion about the double wedding. She said, "sure, that works for me." Not the most romantic of proposals or acceptances, but we had been together for 8 years anyway, and it's not like either of us was planning for a life with someone else anyway. We found out later that my brother's suggestion was a spontaneous one, and he had NOT talked it over with his wife-to be. She was not thrilled, but took it like a trooper, and so on April 10th, 1982, we had our improbable "Axis Wedding (the Washington press called it that, but not in print, since my dad was a member)" in Arlington, Virginia.
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Because of his security clearance, my brother's wife was forced to take U.S. citizenship. Fortunately, she didn't care, and that made for one more Virginia Democrat. My wife never saw any reason to seek US citizenship, as she never intended to move there permanently.
So, here we are, locked down in suburban Düsseldorf, luckily with a master chef (my wife) to make us dinner tonight. The years have been kinder to her than to me:
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Our two baby girls are babies no longer:
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And the next generation has made its initial appearance as well.
And when I die
and when I'm dead, dead and gone,
There'll be one child born and
a world to carry on, to carry on
monmouth4
(9,694 posts)DFW
(54,349 posts)But being the only man, I am considered odd no matter how you look at it
monmouth4
(9,694 posts)DFW
(54,349 posts)They have kept it secret all these years!
(Some things ARE better off left unsaid........)
Laelth
(32,017 posts)-Laelth
This year, I left out about 98% of the chapters.
I keep forgetting that it's not the same cast of characters here as was here ten years ago!
Here was an earlier version, with more gory details: https://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x8680479
panader0
(25,816 posts)I thought this was going to be one of those "walking into a bar" jokes.
But it's no joke. Congrats on your good fortune.
DFW
(54,349 posts)But since I don't, it slipped my mind entirely!
Sorry about that!
And thanks!
panader0
(25,816 posts)I think your wife and daughters got lucky too. You're a good man DFW.
DFW
(54,349 posts)All we can do is try to be!
GeorgeGist
(25,319 posts)Definitely one of the more low key ones we've had!
2naSalit
(86,536 posts)And what a wonderful story!
DFW
(54,349 posts)Sort of like a Perry Mason rerun--you don't always want to see the same one!
GeoWilliam750
(2,522 posts)You won the lottery three times in a row!!!!
The next generation?
I have long thought that the truest measure of success is happy grandchildren. It is only then that you will know if you have done well the only really important job in your life.
DFW
(54,349 posts)Last edited Sat Apr 11, 2020, 03:29 AM - Edit history (1)
One of the greatest unsung wits of the 20th century. Maybe of the 19th, too, but that ended when he was 6 years old.
When he was 99, he sent out Christmas cards with a photo of himself, looking very much his age, and the caption, "Compliments of the Seasoned."
He was born in New York because some of his ancestors were deadbeat Mississippi riverboat gamblers who fled their debts, survived the Depression by accompanying other parents' children to his kids' school, earning the few dimes a day he could scrape up to feed his family. It was either acquire a sense of humor or sink into despair. He made the right choice. He, too, had two daughters. One (my mom) married happily. The other didn't, though one of her kids turned out OK.
My wife and I so far have only one grandchild. That doubles in about 8 weeks. The one we have is almost 23 months old. She is already quite the character, demanding, intellectually curious beyond belief, and incredibly focused (maybe scarily so for one so young) when she concentrates on something. Here she is last summer at her (and our) first visit to a 600 year old winery at a monastery in Hessia ("The Name Of The Rose" was filmed here). Exploring and taking in every new impression she can get:
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GeoWilliam750
(2,522 posts)And that you - probably more Mrs DFW - are fabulously successful.
Congratulations on the anniversary.
I have been to that winery/convention center as well, and happened to be there on a day when there was a choral/medieval chant group to perform there one evening. I happened to be walking past the outdoor chapter house when the croup decided to spontaneously practice one of their songs. Amazing acoustics.
It was sublime.
Beautiful place.
DFW
(54,349 posts)I tend to like to be on the move, and lucked into a job that has me in a different country almost every day. It has its rewards--the money's not bad--and its drawbacks, mostly dealing with idiot bureaucrats and organized crime on both private and governmental levels. Lack of sleep is the one aspect I have NOT missed this last month, and as station chief for Europe, vacation time is whatever I say it is. I love having friends in every country I work in, and communicating in their languages when I'm there. Because of the lockdown, I haven't been outside of our Rheinland village here in Germany for four weeks now, and it is one of the weirdest things I have experienced in the 44 years I have been doing this job.
My wife turned down suggestions that she become a model and instead chose the most thankless profession in the world (social work). She spent her whole professional life trying to turn around the lives of problem cases of the long-term unemployed here in Germany. She had the usual few successes, more failures, and the usual battling circumstances to a draw. I don't think she would think of herself as fabulously successful, but she has raised two amazing daughters, beat cancer twice, and she is well-liked by everyone she meets. You don't have to be fabulously successful to be fabulous, and that she is. With her, I DID win the lottery, no two ways about it. I am not so stupid as to be oblivious to that.
'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
I'm a lover, and I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun