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Time to Grow Up - Chapter 15

Updated on March 19, 2011

Time to Grow Up

The emails that I was sending to Richard were brief outlines of my school years.

"Mrs. McGovern, my favorite teacher of all time, recognized my love for learning and would give me extra credit for completing certain assignments. As a result I became immersed in my studies and was named Valedictorian of Cherokee County Junior High.

I was looking forward to attending a new high school when another unexpected turn came about: the family had to move to Birmingham, Alabama. Dad, who had been working in Missouri for over four years, found a job closer to home.

So here we go again, another new school for me, new people and new places for the entire family. By the time we actually arrived in Birmingham, classes had been in session for over a week. Even the freshmen knew their way around.

The students were friendly and liked to hear me talk with my low country accent. I enjoyed school and immediately became involved in many clubs and organizations. My advisor asked if I was majoring in "extra-curricular" activities. I stayed very busy, still making good grades and having fun as an ROTC Sponsor.

I was asked to represent the ROTC as Outstanding Sponsor and "Miss ROTC".

When one of the older cadets asked if I would like to go out with his friend, Mel Rosenberg, from The Citadel Military Institute, I agreed.

Thus began a whirl-wind romance during my senior year. Mel was an only son of a well-to-do family who lived in the posh neighborhood of Lakeside. His mother was a tall, blond, blue eyed Gemini lady. We liked each other very much. I could pass for her daughter with my blond hair and blue-green eyes. Often we would go shopping together. She would buy me pretty dresses to wear when I would go out with her only son.

She encouraged Mel to marry me as she grew to love me as the daughter she never had. I don't believe her son ever loved me, but. to please his parents, he did ask me to marry him."

I wanted to know about Richard's school years, but he was so busy with his successful business career and encouraged me to keep writing. I knew he would be interested in my first job after high school, as he had thought about being a disc jockey in his youth.

"After graduation from high school, I went to work at age eighteen for WYDA radio station. I worked from six in the evening until midnight, taking live requests from the drive-by area, answering the telephone, and being all-round Girl Friday.

I liked the job and the flirting of Charles Brown, the disc jockey on the air during the hours I was there. He was a good looking fellow who was tall, slender, had blue eyes and light brown hair. Charles would come into my office to get the song requests. We both had raging hormones and dearly loved kissing in the privacy of the news room.

This continued all during my freshman year of college until Charles told me he was being transferred to Dallas, Texas. He wanted to be with me in an intimate way before he left. We were together one time on a Friday night in May of 1960. He flew out the following Sunday morning. He did not even give me his phone number. I had a terrible emptiness all within my being.

I became engaged to Mel Rosenberg and we were married in June. All of my friends said I looked like Cinderella. From a chubby girl to a beautiful bride with a nineteen inch waistline, I was blessed at nineteen years old. Why was I so unhappy?

Nine months later Blake was born. Charles was the biological father; no one knew but me."



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      Ruby Jean Fuller 7 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Wow, this has made an unexpected turn.

      keep em coming friend