My First Love: Such Sweet Times

A Life Time of Memories

My busy life, career, including family and friends seemed to devour time as the years soared by without even a wink of acknowledgment; while all the bloom faded from life’s rose garden.

During that hectic time I often sung Dolly’s song “Working Nine to Five” and I felt related to every word; smiling as if time was my closest friend. And, as my cousin said about a woman one day while acting silly; ---time has made her long in the tooth ---a horrible analogy.

So, here I am polishing my long tooth and all that goes with over the hill gang---checking my blond hair for gray roots. My only saving grace is I still can boast about my excellent memory.

Time does give out positives which are memories---such sweet memories I collected as I sail the sea of life. And, I will share one with anyone who wants to read about---first love.

Little boy gives flowers to a little girl---and they call it Puppy Love.
Little boy gives flowers to a little girl---and they call it Puppy Love.

My First Grade Love

I lived down the block from my first love, and we were in the first grade together. I thought he was so handsome even then. His name was Joe-Don, and his hair was so blond it was almost white, and he had the greenest eyes I have ever seen. How does a first grader know when she is in love? She just knows, however, our parents called it puppy love. We knew it was love at first sight to last a lifetime. And, knowing is as simple as first grade spelling or first grade math---we knew.

We talked about this Joe-Don and I, and we thought it was funny, because I didn't have a puppy---but I did have a parrot. Yes, her name was Polly, and she was about 50 years old, and she called my name when I came home from school, or when she wanted more sunflower seed, or for no reason at all. Anyone, who walked on the street in front of our house could hear Polly squawking, "Bobbi-Bobbi."

Saturday Afternoon Movie

Joe-Don walked to my house on Saturday afternoons, and he knocked on our front door, and called my name. Naturally, Polly would answer---Bobbi-Gone, Bobbi-Gone. Joe-Don always laughed, and called my name-- again.

I waited for my mother or father to answer the door,----finally, one of them would. I was so afraid Joe-Don would leave, but I was not allowed to answer the door when I knew it was for me---per my seven-year old neighbor's instructions.

Miss Judy knows-it-all is what I called her. Her mother was a nurse, and as Judy told everyone, who would listen--nurses know everything---more than doctors.

My mother just smiled when I told her what Judy was telling everyone.

Anyway, Joe-Don reached for my hand as we walked down the steps of my house, and we walked hand-in-hand all the way to the movies.

We shared a drink and popcorn, and he always bought a box of Red Hearts, so we could eat them on the way home.

A first love is never forgotten because it is a cherished moment of youth.
A first love is never forgotten because it is a cherished moment of youth.

Church Ladies

Joe-Don had the best manners, and he was very protective of me. I only saw him mad once, and that was at the church ladies, as we called them. These older ladies appointed themselves as behavior police in our small town. They called our parents for the least infraction; and we got in trouble more than once with them.

However, my seven-year old neighbor Judy, called the church ladies---old busy bodies---. And that is exactly what they were to Joe-Don and me. One of them called our parents when Joe-Don kissed me under a neighbor's arbor, which had mistletoe hanging from it, she was spying.

I tried to explain to my parents that you are supposed to kiss under the mistletoe it was a rule. Well, it was not their rule, our parents forbid us seeing each other on Saturdays for two weeks. Those were the longest two weeks of my little six-year-old life. And when the third Saturday came, I had the measles, so I could not go with Joe-Don to the movies, again. This was three weeks of not seeing my love on Saturdays, only during school hours.

My Heart Break

Finally, it was the fourth Saturday, and I was wearing my good luck dress, it was dark green with a big white-collar, and pearl buttons. It made my blond hair and blue eyes shine, or, so my grandmother said.

The old Grandfather Clock ticked away, as I waited for Joe-Don's knock on the front door. I waited for Joe-Don for a long time--but he did not come on that Saturday afternoon.

Well, to say a first grader does not get ticked would be a gross understatement---I refused to eat--and I would not go to Sunday School the next morning. My parents were livid; they blamed Joe-Don for not calling, at least. My father said, "Baby, you don't need him. There are more fish in the sea besides just one." And now he wants to go fishing I thought, and I wonder what my mother wants to do.

Monday morning at school, Joe-Don met me on the sidewalk and told me his dad said he was getting too serious about me, and that he was forbidden to come to my house, anymore. I watched his lips moving, but I could not hear what he was saying---it hurt too much. Joe-Don had tears in his eyes, as he gave me a note. I put it in my pocket to read later, knowing I could not see the words now. I turned with my head up in the air and walked that lonely sidewalk to my class.

That night after I said my prayers, I remembered the note. I searched until I found it. And, as long as I live, I will never forget the words he wrote. He printed: My Love, I am sorry that it is too soon for us. But I will always love you. Love Me Love Me Love Me XOXOXOXOX Joe-Don.

Even today, I can not believe that a first grader wrote such a lovely note, but he did. And so ends the story of my "First Love."



Puppy love date---going to the movies and holding hands.
Puppy love date---going to the movies and holding hands.

My Joe-Don Updated 02/03/2012

Well, a basket load of years have passed, and my Don-Joe married another, and is happily married and a father of four.

I see him every so often, and for the life of me I cannot recall why I didn't remember to love him in Junior High. I suppose we both found other interests, and forgot about each other---other than being friends.

Sometimes, time is more of an enemy that one will acknowledge. Times makes one forget the very thing one wants to remember. But everything turned out for the best.

I believe that some unanswered prayers are truly a blessing--I feel our prayer for us to be together when we were older--was not answered, and for us it was a blessing.

He will always be my friend, and I will be his.

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TripleAMom 4 years ago from Florida

I love this. I had a boyfriend on the bus in Kindergarten. He wrote me a "love note", but neither of us could write yet, so it was a bunch of squiggles. In first grade I went to a different school and walked home. Had a boyfriend named Lance and older girls would tease us. We knew how many kids we were going to have and everything. Had to go to the principal's office because of the teasing. I didn't marry either. Voting up.


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PurvisBobbi44 4 years ago from Florida Author

Hi TripleAMom,

That is such a sweet time in our lives---moments to cherish---and when we want to pull out our memory card---we can play it to warm our little girl hearts. I hope every little girl has a memory card to play.

Thank you for the visit and comment--I loved your comment as it is good to know there are more out there who had sweet memories.

Your Hub Friend,

Bobbi Purvis


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

Bobbi my friend.. what a beautiful story.. this kind of love even in first grade hurts. but we grow uop and experience even more loves .. and hurts.

blessing and hugs my friend

Debbie


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PurvisBobbi44 4 years ago from Florida Author

Debbie, My Friend,

I always smile when I see your sweet face. I hope all is well with you and yours.

Thanks you so much for your visit and comment.

Memory is a wonderful card we can play to recall lovely moment in our past. First Love is the sweetest memory a little girl could have in her cards of life.

Your Hub Friend,

Bobbi Purvis


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Sherry Hewins 3 years ago from Sierra Foothills, CA

As adults we often forget that as children we felt things just as deeply. No matter what the age heartbreak feels the same. At least you have this beautiful memory. Thanks for sharing a touching story. Voted up and shared.


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PurvisBobbi44 3 years ago from Florida Author

Hi,

I just hope all parents will remember how deeply young love does go and how it hurts when it ends. I try to recall all this as I have nieces and nephews to love and watch them grow.

Thanks for your visit and comment.

Bobbi Purvis


Will 3 years ago

What a lovely story. Those early years hold such wonderful memories for many of us. Recently, I wrote about my own growing-up years, rounding up all the stories I had told my kids over the years. I published it on Kindle too. It can be a great way of leaving a little legacy for the next generation.

Will :)


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PurvisBobbi44 3 years ago from Florida Author

Will,

Thanks for the visit and comment. Have a wonderful 2013---may it be your best year ever.

Bobbi Purvis


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aviannovice 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

Memories are a beautiful thing, aren't they? I still remember my friend, Johnnie, but sadly, he later became involved with drugs and went to jail. Ah, well...


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PurvisBobbi44 3 years ago from Florida Author

Hi aviannovice,

I think women remembers their first love, but I always wondered if men do. When I asked one of my uncles about his first love---he said that was too long ago to remember. I believe he did not want to talk about or maybe some men do not remember.

Have a great Wednesday.

Bobbi


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moonlake 8 months ago from America

We never forget our first loves. I believe unanswered prayers are blessing. God knows best. Mine was Bobby he had dark hair and blue eyes and we were in kindergarten together in Knightsen, California. I loved him but I think he just liked me. We have a couple here that loved each other in junior high and found each other a few years ago on facebook and are now married. Both their spouses had passed away.


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PurvisBobbi44 8 months ago from Florida Author

Moonlake,

It was wonderful of you to share your first love experience with me, and yes unanswered prayers are sometimes the best.

I love the Facebook love story--thanks for sharing it.

Bless you and yours,

Bobbi Purvis

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