Harry was an American soldier. He had survived D-Day. The war had just ended in Europe. He helped free the town of Reims, France, where she lived. She was so beautiful that when he met her on the street, he asked to/walked her/followed her home. She thanked him but wasn’t interested.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Jeannine,” she said.
She went to work the next day. When she got home, he was sitting on the curb in his army uniform. He had been there for three hours.
“Un Americain!” she said.
The rest of Harry’s army platoon went back to the U.S. He decided to stay in France. He volunteered and also worked by playing baseball for the army. He wasn’t leaving France without Jeannine.
He had to get the paperwork lined up to get married. He had to win her over, too. He promised her a great life in America. He professed his undying love for her. He didn’t go away. He told her he was going to make her his wife and not leave until she said yes.
Flash forward seventy-plus years. Imagine Harry’s oldest son telling this story, how Jeannine Andre Goubron married Harry Marvin Harris, and how they had sixty-nine years together before he passed away in 2015 at the age of ninety.
Imagine knowing right away that the woman walking down the street, the one that glanced your way for just a moment, was going to be your wife.
Couldda Wouldda Didda
Harry went for it and didn’t give up. He won over his girl and had a great life.
You really can’t make this stuff up.
Isn’t it awesome?