Southern Love 60′s Style
I never throw anything away. I am a pack rat and its genetics passed on from my mother. She would find things in stores and bring them home even if no one in our house could use it. Case in point. There were some dresses she brought home after shopping one day. They were too small for me and when I asked her why she bought them she said they were too good a bargain to leave in the store. Then she went on to find some one to wear them!
Point is I found some old pictures of a long ago love. Wow they were taken in nineteen sixty three. My heart still skipped a beat looking at that tall chestnut colored face with its thick mustache. He was six foot two with a slim waist and hip. But those shoulders were so broad. He had that slow sensuous walk that only some black men possess. He had a voice like Issac Hayes. A low baritone voice that made me shiver every time he spoke.
He worked as a bartender in one of Atlanta’s fancy clubs. In those days working in places like that often made the person learn manners and debonair style. How I caught his eye I will never know.
I became his lady and was treated like a princess. Dinning out, going to clubs to hear jazz, and walks in the park were incredible. The best part was meeting his parents and becoming a part of the family. His mother took me in as the daughter she never had. I could put in my order for special foods after work and it would be waiting for me when I got there.
I had just finished nursing school and this was my first real romance. I loved the idea of having a boyfriend and a handsome one raised my status with my friends.There was only a little problem. Every week or two Harry would get lost for a day or so. When I mentioned this to his mom she sat me down and explained that this was his way of keeping me a good girl. What a different world that was. This still stands out in my mind as a magical time in my life.
