Love Stamp

A Little insight on me.

A Love Story with a Stamp

A long time ago when I was single and living in an apartment in Brooklyn I had a roommate. His girlfriend told me of a young lady who lived on Miami Beach who needed to be cheered up because she had just broken up with someone. Would I write her a note to brighten her up?

So I did. A couple of days later I got a letter back. At the bottom was a memo which asked me to write again. So I did. Later that week I got another letter and the rest you can figure out. Since I was running out of ideas of what to write about, I brought the project to my first period seventh grade class who helped me write the letters of the next few weeks.

The kids in the class got a big kick out of the project and since I was teaching English it fit in with the curriculum. It also made the students feel some empathy which I guess was a good thing.

After numerous letters, back and forth, Alice decided that I was okay and invited me to meet her on my Christmas vacation. So I did. We hit it off and when I returned during my Easter vacation I proposed. We got married.

Three kids later and two grandchildren turned out because of the United States mail system. But then again stamps were cheaper. Would I do it all over again? You betcha.

A side note. My wife was born in Brooklyn Jewish Hospital, Sept. 15, 1945. I was born in the same hospital on Dec. 17th. The same year. I think the same maternity room and maybe the same crib. Held by the same nurse and birthed by the same Doctor. Were we meant for each other? I think so.

Love

Have you bonded with another?

A person of interest, one who gives you a spark.

They light up your life and make the day brighter,

They make the moon more romantic and the moon beams prance,

Have you taken the dance of love?

Have you made the commitment of a lifetime?

Does your significant other know your thoughts?

Do they finish your sentences and say the same words?

And when there is a fight does it hurt so much that you cannot breathe?

Do you wish you never said the words that emulated from your mouth?

The words of hurt that were so stupid and hurtful you should have your mouth washed out with soap?

Then my friend, you have been in love and that is a great and wonderful thing.

There are many forms of love, some just casual and some very deep.

But in all the world would be sad without the romance and the glance of love.

Love the creator’s great gift to us.

Republished Karma

Every once in a while I republish an old goodie for my new readers.  It seems archives is a dirty word and rarely is looked at.  But this is a gem and I want to share it with you.  There is love out there for everyone.  Even a guy like me.  So read on.

Do I believe in Karma?

Alice Dwin was born at Brooklyn Jewish Hospital on September 15, 1945.

Barry Wax was born at Brooklyn Jewish Hospital on December 17, 1945.

Possibly the same nurses held each baby. The same staff attended their needs. They were in the same maternity ward and it is possible in the same bassinet.

Alice Dwin’s first grade teacher was Mrs. Schneider. Her daughter Ellen became friends with Alice and remained friends for most of her life.

Barry Wax went to Brooklyn College and had his own apartment.

Since he was a full time student he needed roommates.

One of those roommates was Joe Kaye.

His girlfriend was Ellen Schneider.

Alice Dwin had moved to Miami Beach, Florida.

She was still in contact with Ellen and relayed she was sad because she just broke up with her boyfriend.

Ellen told Joe and asked me to send Alice a letter to cheer her up.

I did.

Six months later I married the girl who was born in the same hospital I was born. We have three children and two grandchildren. We have been married for forty four years.

Do I believe in Karma? Yes!

'I don't know about you, but he was really beginning to get on my nerves.'

A love poem.

It was a night alone, for my girlfriend and I fought on the phone,

She had a bug up her behind and I did not like her voice tone.

She accused me of a wandering eye and that maybe I was the wrong guy,

I hung up on her with a snap of my wrist, another relationship gone bye bye.

So I took a shower to wash off the powder of rejection and loneliness,

I am really a good guy and treat my women well, how did I fail the test?

In the shower I sang the rejection songs at the top of my voice,

I sang loud and my noise became ragged and coarse.

Then I toweled off and of course went out to the bar to score,

But who was there with a bunch of guys around her, I could have fallen to the floor.

She looked so fine, she was mine and I felt a decree of regret,

And then my eyes saw her eyes looking and it is just like… when we first met.

She came over and we did not talk, we said not one thing to each other,

We walked out of the bar hand in hand, our hearts aflutter.

That was ten years ago and from that night we have a product of love,

Our child is ten years old now, a gift meant to be, from heaven above.

The Art of Love

Do fools rush in? Or do fools take their time and let the opportunity slip away? Is it foolish to fall in love at first glance or take the chance and proceed down the path? If the opposite sex says no is it really a no, or the need to pursue a little further?

Is stalking the pursuit or the planting of the seed for acceptance?

Are the seeds of love to be planted with care or strewn around in the hopes that they will take root?

Do we root for love or go willy nilly?

In short the art of wooing is complex filled with rules that make no sense and in one case win the brass ring and in another the gold chalice.

Drink the fruits of the labor but be wise in sips and not gulps.

How can love make you feel woozy and yet enlighten, high as a kite and yet depressed?

And rejection? Why does it hurt to be rejected and why so much grief at being rejected?

We go bump in the night and yet are afraid of three words: I Love You. More people have trembled over those words than have trembled in the fox holes of war.

Finally you met the right one and the world is worth a spin.

To those who have I wish you a great life and to those who have not, good luck hunting.

Love such a simple word and such great meaning.

Have you bonded with another?

A person of interest, one who gives you a spark.

They light up your life and make the day brighter,

They make the moon more romantic and the moon beams prance,

 

Have you taken the dance of love?

Have you made the commitment of a lifetime?

Does your significant other know your thoughts?

Do they finish your sentences and say the same words?

 

And when there is a fight does it hurt so much that you can not breathe?

Do you wish you never said the words that emulated from your mouth?

The words of hurt that were so stupid and hurtful you should have your mouth washed out with soap?

Then my friend, you have been in love and that is a great and wonderful thing.

 

There are many forms of love, some just casual and some very deep.

But in all the world would be sad without the romance and the glance of love.

Love the creator’s great gift to us.

What is Love?

Tomorrow is our 44th wedding anniversary. I thought I might blog on what attracted me to my wife. If you have read my blog you would know we met in the mail, exchanging letters before ever seeing each other. Most people are attracted to someone else by Endorphins chemicals that pass along signals …and voila you are in love. Since I wrote to Alice and did not meet her these were not in play.
We got to know each other through our writings. In my wife’s case, I did not know this at first, she hates to write. This was a chore to her. If I had known that I would have realized how much she needed to relate to me. I would have loved her even more, if that is possible. In other words I worked thirty percent at writing my drivel and she worked one hundred percent at writing her works. This was before email and before computers. It was a task performed as a labor of love. Not an instant photograph or words that would appear in seconds. We waited for the mail. Finally we could not take it any longer and we made phone calls. But aside from a picture I did not know what she looked like. And she the same.
Now I am not on Vogue, GQ or any other modeling magazine. I am the average Jack. Not Joe, just Jack. Alice is not plain Jane but she is nice. And that is what attracted me to her. I will try to give you an example. We have a cat, named Morris. I call Morris and he ignores me. But Alice calls Morris and he comes to be petted. She has that type of charm about her.

Three kids we produced. My wife is a vegetarian and although I use to eat meat, she accepted my ways. She wanted to raise our kids in the vegetarian manner and I agreed. Raising children was foreign to me. I tried but she was a lot better at it than me. I know what you are thinking. Where do you get the protein? It is in the nuts, the grains, the other foods. Vegetables should be a staple at every meal. Fruits should be eaten every day. Do not believe me? Diet is as important as exercise. But I digress.
In Fiddler on the Roof, Teyva’s wife is asked, “Do you love me?” Her response is based on sharing experiences. That is what love is. Tina Turner asked, “What does love have to do with it?” And the answer is sharing life and its experiences. After forty four years that is the true essence of love. We have shared the good, bad and ugly. We have endured and watched our dreams morph and change. We have watched the world turn, the world upside down and the world turn. Sometimes for the good and sometimes for the bad.
Love is a word that transcends its definition. It means so much more than four letters said together in haste. It takes a lot of time for love to come into the picture. So my advice is go gently into the night and avoid the drama of discontent. Find the true soul mate and the best of luck to you my friend.

Love with a Stamp.

A Love Story with a Stamp

A long time ago when I was single and living in an apartment in Brooklyn I had a roommate. His girlfriend told me of a young lady who lived on Miami Beach who needed to be cheered up because she had just broken up with someone. Would I write her a note to brighten her up.

So I did. A couple of days later I got a letter back. At the bottom was a memo which asked me to write again. So I did. Later that week I got another letter and the rest you can figure out. Since I was running out of ideas of what to write about, I brought the project to my first period seventh grade class who helped me write the letters of the next few weeks.

The kids in the class got a big kick out of the project and since I was teaching English it fit in with the curriculum. It also made the students feel some empathy which I guess was a good thing.

After numerous letters, back and forth, Alice decided that I was okay and invited me to meet her on my Christmas vacation. So I did. We hit it off and when I returned during my Easter vacation I proposed. We got married.

Three kids later and two grandchildren turned out because of the United States mail system. But then again stamps were cheaper. Would I do it all over again? You betcha.

I redid this one to celebrate my wife’s birthday which is tomorrow.  On that day she is 68 and I am still 67 until December.  Yes, she robbed me out of the crib.  I confess I married an older woman.