Linda Lees of St. George shares this fun story of how her
parents met: Dad used to say, "You need to know what you want––then go
get it!" This is just what my Dad did when starting to court my
Mother. Saturday night dances in Shelly, Idaho were the highlight of the week
for the youth in the area. Dad usually played in the live band which
furnished the music for the evening. Several Saturday nights went by as
he observed a "cute little thing" come to the dances. (Sometimes
she even came with his buddies).
"Enough is enough",
said Dad. One Saturday night when Mother's date left her seated at a
table to go get her refreshments, Dad made his move. He sauntered up to
that table, introduced himself, engaged in small talk and even held her hand.
Little did Mother know that he was moving the hands on her wristwatch
ahead. When her date returned, Dad watched with glee as they checked the
time and then dashed out the door. Obviously Mother and her date thought
her parents curfew was soon to be compromised. (And her father would not
tolerate that.)
Surprise, surprise when later
that same evening my Dad showed up at her home on horseback. A walk in
the moonlight, a bit more hand holding, and as the saying goes, "the rest
is history." Oh, and Dad didn't play with the band much
anymore. He was on the dance floor snuggling with that "cute little
thing." My Mother (Nelda Jolley Jensen) is still living in Ammon , Idaho
at 97 years young. My Dad (Virgil Phillip Jensen) left mother on the dance floor
5 years ago. He is waiting for her curfew.