Friday, February 15, 2013

I Wish I Could Remember


I Wish I Could Remember

When I was about thirteen, I attended a spend-the-night party at the home of a girlfriend.  Her older sister was having another party upstairs, so we “children” were relegated to the downstairs with stern warnings that we were not to invade the gilded festivities taking place up above.  Naturally, when all the “big” kids arrived that night, we “little” ones gathered together to peek out the door at the top of the staircase in order to observe this elusive world so vociferously denied to us, the world of those so much more sophisticated and grand than we.  So there I was, lying on my tummy with my long hair in pink curlers and my underwear in the ice box (why did we ever think that was funny?), peering out at the “big kids”with all my “little” friends.  This would be an unremarkable event in my life if it were not for the fact that upstairs that night, with all the cosmopolitan ones, was The Songwriter.  How utterly horrified he would have been if he’d known his future wife was spying on him from the middle of a pack of giggling girls just behind the staircase door.

We were best friends for seven years before we married.  And truth be told, we don’t really remember the first time we met.  It seems we were always there.  While the romantic in me would love a wildly dramatic story of our first meeting,
 I'll gladly take the friendship for the happy life it afforded us.
  But this poem by Christina Rossetti resonates with me on this Valentine’s Day. 
 I hope you love it as much as I and I hope you’ll share your first meeting stories with me!
Wishing everyone a Lovely Valentine's Day.

 I Wish I Could Remember

I wish I could remember that first day,
    First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
    If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
    So blind was I to see and to foresee,
    So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
    A day of days! I let it come and go
    As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
    First touch of hand in hand – Did one but know!
Christina Rossetti

22 comments:

  1. She is a lovely poet and the poem well suits what you describe in your post here.

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  2. Oh, I'm copying that poem to read to my husband. We met in high school and I don't know when. Like you and your husband, we were friends for years before marrying. I had a crush on him when we were in high school, but he couldn't stand me. (or any girl) We became friends after I started dating someone else. Friendship grew into love. He is still my best friend.

    Lovely post. Lovely poem. Thank you.

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  3. When I began to arrive solo at my husband's family's ski shop, instead of one half of a couple, the "man behind the counter" who had been waxing my skis took notice. Shortly thereafter we had our first ski date. Ten months later we were married! I couldn't have found a more perfect partner… I feel so fortunate!

    Beautiful poem by a favorite poet! Thank you. Happy Valentine's Day to you!

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  4. I was in the first meeting/rehearsal of the Concert Choir during the first week of school at the U of I. I was already seated in the first or second row chatting with the woman (girl?) sitting next to me. Others were drifting in scanning the room for a seat, seeing if they could find someone they knew, the typical disorganization of the first class. At one point my attention was caught by a guy walking in, crossing the front of the room heading for the section where most of the guys were sitting. He had on a crisp white button-down shirt, open at the neck, dark pants, blank loafers and white socks (trust me that was the style in 1964.) I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He looked great, very much Joe College, I could tell he was an upperclassman, Oh my, he was sooo sexy, cute, and appealed to something way down deep in me. I kept watching, and he finally caught me staring at him. Eyes connected, hearts pitter-pattered and by the end of the quarter we were dating. That was 48 years ago and we have been together ever since. People say they don't believe in love at first sight, but I am here to tell you, that on that day so many years ago, I knew he was the one!

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  5. I met my husband while he carried an armload of kittens. We've been together for nearly 41 years.

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  6. I met my husband in a grocery store. We believe we are soul mates.
    Happy Sweetheart's day to you and the Songwriter.

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  7. ...I opened the front door on a snowy March morning and there he was on the doorstep. My first visit to Canada, I was staying at a mutual friend's house. He said hello and walked past me into the kitchen...I followed and we sat at the table, talking, drinking coffee. Spending mornings together, talking, drinking coffee is still one of our favourite times...39 years on!

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  8. Happy Valentine's Day! What a beautiful poem and a delightful story about your sleep over.

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  9. Sweet post and a lovely poem. Can't share a story yet, but hope springs eternal:-)

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  10. We were both working at Disneyland and someone we both new set us up. February 24th will be our 40th wedding anniversary. I'm forever grateful to Mr. Disney for building Disneyland!
    Karen
    P.S. I love the story of your first seeing The Songwriter...how fun.
    Karen

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  11. We are indeed on the same wavelength Pamela... and I also shared the same image on Facebook this morning...:)
    Valentine's Day... brings out the romantic in all of us... xv

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  12. I didn't leave things to the vagaries of chance. My friend was dating my future husband's brother and we decided I needed a boyfriend, too. Though he was a college man (we were mere rising juniors in high school), we got his brother to bring him to our church. Though he had no idea what was up, he went along with everything admirably. We've been married 37 years.

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  13. I love this poem. How perfect for today. Happy Valentine's Day!

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  14. That's a wonderful story that you were friends first. That's always best, i think. Though with my husband and me, it was romantic love at first sight, :) We moved in together within 6 months. Both of us thought it happened too quickly, but we felt the same way, soooo... And we just had our 22 year anniversary Saturday the 9th. We're very much in love.. Happy Valentine's Day to you and the Songwriter!

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  15. Hello Pamela

    I met my husband at a bus stop in Washington DC! He came over to me and started talking and I knew then, he was the one.

    Have a GREAT day.

    Best
    Tracy :-)

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  16. What a fun memory.

    I met my DH on the stairway too - of my office building in Washington, D.C. not long after arriving here in the USA. I had only planned to stay one year and then return to England and my awaiting boyfriend. Now here we are coming up to 50 years since that day on the stairs - and 48 years of marriage! Life has had ups and downs along the way but mostly it has been an amazing adventure together......which continues thankfully.

    Love to you and the Songwriter - your story is awesome too Pamela.

    Mary X

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  17. I love the way that you met The Songwriter, Pamela and such a beautiful poem.
    A truly wonderful story to share on Valentines Day.
    Have a lovely weekend. XXXX

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  18. I have never heard this poem before although i love her Love poetry Pamela. It is such a beauty.

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  19. I adore this timeless, priceless post.
    And I have not thought about those pink curlers (wrapped in my own long hair) in many a moon!

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  20. I'm surprised that I have never come across this poem before, it is so lovely. After 37 years I can actually remember the first time I met my (now) husband.

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  21. Well versed literary piece which holds relevance to the theme of Edwardian house.

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