My First Crush

My first crush, love was Speed Racer. I even named my doll after him. I would pray to have my husband look like Speed Racer. I loved his voice, and the way he looked!

So I had a few Speed Racer boyfriends in my life before my first marriage. At least I fell for a certain type of guy, that had a certain look. Short dark hair, green blue eyes, and tall.

So the first guy I married looked a bit like Speed Racer. Just a bit. He didn't have the Speed Racer voice or Mock 5! But he was at least within the height range, eye color and hair color that I prefered. We were introduced to each other by his Grandmother D. We got married twice. He made me keep it a secret when we first got married. But it was hard to keep that secret. Then we had an official marriage. I wasn't in a hurry to get married, I wanted to wait at least until I was twenty. So when I turned twenty we got married about a week and a half later.

So then when my marriage didn't work out, I kept my eyes open for my next Speed Racer. I remember at that time, I loved the movie Beauty and the Beast. I remember the Beast turning into this guy...that rescued Belle. I remember getting a card from the step brother of my ex saying in spanish, I hope you get a new or better husband or something to that affect.

So before I met my new husband (we have been married 15 years now) I dated this great guy prior to meeting my current husband. He was wonderful and had a great Christian family. I didn't marry him because he had some dare devil in him, but anyway I found out last year that he died on his motorcycle around seven years ago. It made me really sad. He was 6 foot 4 and extremely kind. My husband was sad too. He met him and thought he was nice. We talk about everything. That is what I like about my husband. He can tell me anything and I can tell him everything.

So the death reminded me of a story I read from one of Mark Twains Memoires. I read a story about the last days of Mark Twain's days with his last daughter prior to her death. It just made me cry so much. I had to get myself together!!! I couldn't believe that here it was over a hundred years after this girls death and I was crying about the whole ordeal. But that is the kind of amazing writer Mark Twain, was.

It all made sense too. How we forget and take for granted the little things people do. I remember him holding a present that she wrapped with her own hands, or something to that affect, prior to her death. And how meaningful it now was.

I understand that. I have a crooked crochet baby blanket from my best friend Ruth, who died around 9 or so years ago. And I love it so much. It is light blue, pink and yellow. And totally crooked!! At least not quite square. But it means so much to me. I love it so much that I keep it with me while I am in bed sometimes. That is how much I miss her.

She died at around 73 years old. She was like my mother. We were best friend for around 7 or eight years. When I first met her, she had come back to life recently from dying on the table during heart surgery. She was operated on in Redding by Dr. Moon. who was later found to be doing heart surgeries to get more money. 

Anyhow, we were best friends. I will write about her later. She was so wonderful. I can still cry If I sit and think about her. She was so cute!! When I would visit her, her husband Ed would play the banjo! They were simple, true, kind and loving God fearing people.

When we prayed together, God would move mountains!