Valentine Stories

As Valentine’s Day approaches I thought it might be appropriate to tell the story of my own two marriages and how I met each of those young ladies. This is primarily done for the purpose of providing a record for any one of family or friends who are interested in family history or romance. Readers must remember that the following is from my own memory and any living person familiar with my history may have a differing view, memory or version. My meeting as a widower with the lady of my second marriage will follow in the next entry.

I met my first wife, Virginia Theresa Maue, in Cincinnati, Ohio in the summer of 1943 and the occasion was detailed in my publication of World War II correspondence “Love, Pain and the Whole Damn Thing.” This volume’s notes were written in the third person as it was the only way I could take an objective view; and, here is how I told it then:

Ken and three buddies had managed 5-day passes and, with an actual flip of a coin, decided to visit Cincinnati (The Queen City) instead of Indianapolis. They arrived there in time to celebrate Ken's birthday; and, after a quick survey of the city, they quickly learned from the local citizenry that the place to visit was "Coney Island," an amusement park on an island in the Ohio river (and parent company to the famous New York amusement center) close to the city. Thus, a visit to sample the fun was undertaken. Ken and his best friend, Keith Howe, were accompanied by two older fellows, who suggested they go in pairs, to facilitate the chance of meeting some girls.
It did not take the older lads long to meet and introduce themselves to two young ladies strolling the carnival area. Ken and Howie, both shy to the point of retardation, were not so fortunate. As they wandered aimlessly about, one of the afore-mentioned lads approached and explained that they had met two young girls, who were really "too young" girls. He (Wesley Fitzgerald) suggested that Ken and Howie, as a favor to both pairs, act as replacements. The suggestion shocked Ken, and his remarks were something to the effect that, "One just can't barge up and take over!"
To ease Ken's sensibilities, it was then proposed that Ken and Keith "happen" by and get properly introduced; whereupon, "Fitz" and the other soldier would state that they were going to go fetch some soft drinks. Once gone - - - they would never return! This plan was put into action, and it worked perfectly. After waiting the polite and obligatory amount of time, the newly introduced couples proceeded to explore and enjoy the rides and food of the amusement park together. The girls gave their ages as 16 (they lied!), and dates were made for a later week-end. This unusual meeting provides the following story, as told by the volumes of correspondence that ensued. Such are the lots that Fate casts to spell our fortunes.

This same week-end provided the opportunity for Ken to meet two other girls of the city. One, Geneva Land, he also met at Coney Island. She was older than Ken, seemed sophisticated, beautiful, brunette, bought him a birthday gift, and appeared immediately interested. He was intrigued and flattered. The other, Emelia Manocchi, was also beautiful; but, in contrast, blonde, sixteen, and seemingly helpless and needful of a strong protector. Ken was captivated. For the moment, he was enthralled by these two new friends. Virginia Theresa Maue was, at the time, an enigma. She was shy and yet strong, joyous in her appreciation of the excitement offered by the park, and yet seeming somehow to be hiding a great sorrow. So tiny, and yet so vital and lively. Something insisted that he know her better, and thus his offer to write her. But, in the meantime, there were other fish to fry. However, that "something" was already at work, and in the ensuing days it became apparent that this diminutive lass was going to crowd out his feelings for the other two. It would become no contest. He was confused at first, reluctant to let go of his relationship with Geneva, and astonished at the intensity of feeling displayed by Emelia. But he was overwhelmed by the emotions evoked by his "Jimmie."

Ken knew early on that Jimmie was the one he loved intensely; that he had to shed his attachment to the others. But, how was this caring and sensitive lad to sever these ties without causing pain? He did not find it easy, and continued to procrastinate and keep alive the friendships, hoping for an easy solution. One of life's most difficult lessons was still to be learned. Perhaps it never would be. Where the heart is involved, hurt is often nearby.

Ken and Virginia were married in Cincinnati about 6 weeks after his return from 3 yrs. of service overseas.

Did your spouse, father, or grandfather propose marriage in a romantic location or in a unique way? Is there a funny story of how grandpa finally won grandma's heart? Or vice versa? How did you meet your sweetheart? These are the stories that typically can't be found in records. Take a few moments to document them so that future generations will know the story too. Have a happy Valentine's Day!