I wanted a natural girl

bernardtwindwilGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
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What love is.

I wanted a natural girl

by bernardtwindwil

I was determined to be the kind of man I thought was ideal

I came back to life divorced, one little girl, and the determination to spend the rest of my life doing good, being kind, but being strong to every person I encountered.

I needed a strong, I say again, a strong woman beside me.

I am the marrying type. I always wanted the little house, white picket fence, dog and cat, kids in the yard and a station wagon. Keep your palaces and penthouses.

There was no denying how badly injured I was (PTSD).

I had killed so many men, women, and I am sure, children that I had to let that person die. And give birth to another. One who would help and heal. I attended nursing school at Cal State.

There were fertile fields of Myrtles.

Hundreds of single, divorced, widowed, and still married young women had their lines down trolling for a good man. I was a good one.

There were a plethora of women from which to choose.

Pastures of plenty. Tall , short, skinny, plump, fashionable, plain, hippies, cheerleaders, shy, gushing, intelligent and dumb as a stump. Well now, I had my job cut out. I had an idea.

The old songs told me who I wanted and I was already in love

She had to be natural, no phonies, no drama queens, set her own style. Had to be funny with a great sense of humor. Had to be ambitious. Had to love kids and animals.

I first noticed her maybe not the one but it'd sure be fun

Wearing cut-offs she sat at the front table. I at the rearmost. She bent over to see a physiology project. You could see all the way to her shoulders. One guy in class said, "Nice ass!"

She gets real

She turned around, flipped him off and said the best you're ever gonna see. And the closest. I had a bemused smile. She looked right at me and winked.

The natural girl

She could cuss like a truck driver. She flirted with every man she passed. She laughed and joked constantly. She squirted coke out her nose at on of my jokes.

She walked the walk

She had a great shape and she flaunted it. About 5 feet tall, brown eyes, brunette hair, cherry red lips. Unshaven legs and armpits. It was rolling thunder when she walked.

She talked the talk

We went to an Arty party. It was put on and dull. She took me to her studio. She took and her paint and wanted to do me. Some of that paint's in places I will not show.

She knew what she wanted. I did too.

She was engaged but she had to study. I was the best in all her classes, she knew. She said she had to pass and she'd give me a piece of..whispered in my ear. I said sure but I wanna marry.

She knew how to make a deal for life.

She broke up and I broke down. Three weeks from whisper to alter. We have never looked back and doubted our road.

We knew that love doesn't happen . It takes years of work

Love happens when your two-year-old is up sick all night and you come in and say, "I'll take from here." "Get some sleep."

Love is always becoming

Love happens when she get an award and you are the biggest cheerleader. Love happens when your child says, "I'm glad you married Mama" Love happens at midnight you still haven't made ends meet

There is always more.

love is always new.

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bernardtwindwilGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
10 months agoReply
@erofaer In a village in Holland I saw a man hand carving wooden shoes. I paid him extra not to finish it. Now it sits in my den. I found a hand carved old cigar press in Amsterdam. also have a duck decoy from Northern Italy made with hand carved wood and bundled reeds. I have a wooden pitchfork from France. I also have an antique crossbow from Laos. By all means collect the disappearing art. So much beauty has died without a whimper.

erofaerHow can I be impressive in one sentence?
a year agoReply
@bernardtwindwil That's true. I really should make things for other people. I like giving my work as gifts to people, but I always want to make just the right thing for them. One day I want to collect things from markets around the world for my home.

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a year agoReply
@erofaer For many years with the Dept. of Defense and the Dept. of the Army we had the dark wood heavy ugly furniture. Think about this. Your gift with art is only something that you have been blessed to use for the few years you are here on Earth. The art actually belongs to the world. You should receive a healthy profit and be able to pay for materials. I have walked along a lane somewhere and said, "Aha. I have just the place for this." It could be a limb with interesting twists or a wasps nest. Provence is one of my favorite places on Earth.

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a year agoReply
@bernardtwindwil Your house sounds wonderful. If I ever get a house I actually live in, I would really enjoy decorating it. I'm the kind of person who can't bring myself to give away what I make. The apartments I live in now are filled with artwork of my sister and I, and what we've collected. But the furniture belongs to the Embassies, and it's the same in nearly every country. Which I guess makes a more familiar setting, but it's really very ugly. But my father is considering opening a shop in Provence and having me sell some artwork so I can make money of my own. Or a good woman :)

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a year agoReply
@erofaer My thoughts exactly of Degas. He is really the only painter who painted wisps and hints of movements. I think something like a stationery GIF showing two or three images in a single panel with light traces indicating that movement. Adrienne has given away 90% of her paintings. She can't paint anymore due to arthritis in her hands. In our house we have more or less each room themed as a different place we have been in the world. Our front parlor is all Eastlake antiques. The living room has a native stone fireplace with all western themes. We have several Remington sculptures and many Kachinas from our time on the reservation. We have a French kitchen. A German breakfast nook with carved Bavarian furnishings. The rear patio and pool area have native stone and a stone clay oven. There is an outdoor kitchen that is cattle drive primitive themed. Bide your time and find a good man. Then you work on a great relationship everyday for 50 yrs.

erofaerHow can I be impressive in one sentence?
a year agoReply
@bernardtwindwil Degas had some nice stuff, but what I love about ballerinas is the movement, capturing movement in just a pencil sketch. And then attempting that with colors. Your house must be beautifully decorated with everything she does. What a great pair an artist and a writer make.

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a year agoReply
@erofaer My little dear, she not only paints, she paints all sorts of things from landscape to folk-art on wooden objects, this is the kicker she doesn't make a mess. I make a mess pouring my cereal. We drove to Las Vegas and got married after one of her recitals. Her last performance she was a Cpt in the Army and the mother of three. I think Degas was a master but, he still, in my opinion, fell a little short. I wanted something that shows how ethereal ballerinas are when they are in their groove.

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a year agoReply
@bernardtwindwil She paints?!! That's so cool. Ballerinas are so beautiful, I love watching them move, seeing how to portray it.

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a year agoReply
@fallengrace We got married on a Sunday. For 42 years we say happy anniversary to each other on Sunday. We haven't missed a Sunday in 42 years. Even though we have been thousands of mile apart on some Sundays.

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a year agoReply
sir, no matter how much i say, your writing has a way of making me believe tha love still exists!!! it was a beautiful piece 😊