Lesbian Female / 55
Well I am 94, my Gracie passed away in 2013 after 69 years with me. I have outlived one of my children and two of Gracie's. I feel alone.
My grandson put a park bench beside Gracie's grave so that I can go and sit and be with her. He also recorded songs from our era for me to listen to and be with her. One day I will be with her again and I will be able to put my hand on her sweet face and kiss her goodnight again. In the meantime I wait for the Lord to do his will.
In 1944 Gracie and I met, we were singers and dancers for a small town band, we entertained the troops when the train stopped. Gracie and I were brought together by Arthur, he played saxophone. Arthur had us both on a leash and he was sure to keep us on a short leash, lest one of the boys passing through got any ideas. Gracie and I performed together but we had our issues with Arthur. When we got out of hand or got in argument he would pull the leash up close and give us what for and tell us to behave and get along.
After the war, we played the local theater. Arthur got into electronics and eventually sold his business to General Electric and made a good amount of money, enough that we never had to worry again. Along the way we had our children. We lost Arthur in 1973, he was 66 then, way too young to pass away. The two of us continued to live together after his passing, and had a pretty full life.
Only Arthur really understood us and knew we were two that needed to be together. In those days there wasn't much tolerance for girls like us. He ran cover for us and was our wingman in time of need.
I don't want to sound depressive, which is what my daughter tells me. I am just ready to with Gracie. To dance again, and hold her in my arms, and swing to Arthur's sweet saxophone.
My grandson put a park bench beside Gracie's grave so that I can go and sit and be with her. He also recorded songs from our era for me to listen to and be with her. One day I will be with her again and I will be able to put my hand on her sweet face and kiss her goodnight again. In the meantime I wait for the Lord to do his will.
In 1944 Gracie and I met, we were singers and dancers for a small town band, we entertained the troops when the train stopped. Gracie and I were brought together by Arthur, he played saxophone. Arthur had us both on a leash and he was sure to keep us on a short leash, lest one of the boys passing through got any ideas. Gracie and I performed together but we had our issues with Arthur. When we got out of hand or got in argument he would pull the leash up close and give us what for and tell us to behave and get along.
After the war, we played the local theater. Arthur got into electronics and eventually sold his business to General Electric and made a good amount of money, enough that we never had to worry again. Along the way we had our children. We lost Arthur in 1973, he was 66 then, way too young to pass away. The two of us continued to live together after his passing, and had a pretty full life.
Only Arthur really understood us and knew we were two that needed to be together. In those days there wasn't much tolerance for girls like us. He ran cover for us and was our wingman in time of need.
I don't want to sound depressive, which is what my daughter tells me. I am just ready to with Gracie. To dance again, and hold her in my arms, and swing to Arthur's sweet saxophone.
