Early in 1940, my parents and I had a number of talks about my relationship with Ruth. They reminded me that I wasn't yet 20 years of age, and that I needed to concentrate on my budding shipyard career. I assured them that my time with her was nothing more than a good friendship.
The friendship began to grow deeper as the year went on, especially during weekends we spent together at a YMCA singles camp with sports-oriented programs. The four of us: Ruth, Jack and Maureen grew much closer as friends. That fall, I came to the conclusion that we were meant for each other.
So, that December, at a favorite Lovers Lane parking spot, I proposed and was accepted. Whoopee! We then travelled to give the good news to her parents (I had already prepped them) - and then to my parents.
Later that month, Ruth and I made a visit to Jewelers Row, in Philadelphia, to select a ring. When that was done, I plunked down $125.00, in cash and the ring was hers. On Christmas Eve, we showed the ring to our families.
September 13, 1941, was the date set for our wedding.
More, later.
P.S. Shortly thereafter, Jack and Maureen took the same steps.
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