Fritz and Gwinda crossed paths in their early 70’s at their 50 year high school reunion in Michigan. Fritz had gone to CA to raise his family, while Gwinda had stayed in the area to raise hers. Both now widowed, they were magnetically attracted to each other after 50 years and became very close.
Gwinda lived alone in a condo. Fritz had recently returned to MI to live with and care for his 99 year old Mom. Though her mobility was limited, her mind remained sharp as a tack. She was quite vocal about her disapproval with her son’s newfound friendship….so they kept it low-key. They would not marry as long as Mom was still living. Sometimes Fritz’s sister would give him a break and take care of Mom for a while. During these times Fritz stayed in Gwinda’s basement where they could have their privacy.
After a year flew by, Fritz wanted to fly back to CA to get his van so he invited Gwinda along. They would meander back, visiting friends and family along the way. Which is how they came to spend a night at our farm in Tennessee….
After an enjoyable evening together, it was time to hit the hay. Gwinda had always been very proper. She was against premarital sex so I waited for a clue from her as to whether I needed to prepare 1 bed or 2….I got it when she grabbed both their bags requesting that I take her to “our quarters”.
Later, Fritz peeked in. When he saw the king size bed, he quipped with his dry sense of humor, “So where’s the bundling board?!” He explained that, a century ago, a large board was placed down the middle of a bed to form a wall if it was not appropriate for a couple to have sex. I responded with like humor and asked if a two by four would do. We all had a good chuckle, then Gwinda’s face got very serious. She gripped my arm speaking very firmly: “Listen, we left your phone # with Fritz’s Mom in case of emergency. So if she happens to call—we’re telling her Fritz is sleeping in the van.”
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