The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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Robert “Bobby” Murray is my grandfather who is now comfortably living at the healthy age of 78. He met my grandmother out of the blue one day driving around with his friend. He had just purchased a new car, a 1954 Chevy and was proud. They met in 1955 and are proudly married to this day with their 60-year anniversary in February 2018.

It was a bright, warm, day in Media, Pennsylvania. Bob was getting ready to do his normal routine, get in his car and drive to Johnny’s house. In his grey 1954 Chevy he sat, driving through the then densely vegetated streets of Media. Pulling up to Johnny’s house, Bob knew today would be special. Little did he know that he was going to lay eyes on the woman he was going to spend the next 60 years of his life with.

Johnny jumped in excited and with a plan in mind. “Come on Bob, let’s go into town, let’s go to Darby!” Johnny said with a pearly white smile and a raised smooth eyebrow.

“No, I am not gonna drive my car all around town just so you can find a girlfriend Johnny.” Bob said with an intense look on his smooth dark face that only makes the situation and his look more intense.

“Who said me, you the one who needs a girl bobby, you startin to look lonely in this car.” Johnny said cracking a few high-pitched laughs.

Okay fine, we’ll drive around if that’ll shut your mouth, and I am not lonely, just entertained by myself.” Bob said with a sarcastic tone.

And so, they set off in that new grey Chevy, driving around hoping to find someone to call theirs. They drove town to town, from Yeadon to Lansdale coming up with nothing.

“Johnny, I am done driving around, this is just stupid we’re goin back to Media.”

Bobby said shaking his head.

Nah, come on Bobby! We haven’t found anybody yet!” Johnny whined while rolling his eyes.

“And we’re not going to, damn Johnny why can’t you see that?” Bobby fired back raising in open palm in the air.

“Let’s go to Darby, it will be out last stop, I promise!” Johnny begged pumping his fists in the air.

“Fine, but only because it is because it is on the way back to Media.” Bob replied.

After finally arriving in Darby, Bob and Johnny scanned the populated streets in hopes to find someone special. After turning down a long black street with white sidewalks off to the side, Johnny spotted a group of girls with backpacks.

“Right there Bobby!” Johnny said hysterically while he sharply pointed his finger.

“No way, we have no chances with them, there’s too many. Come on let’s just go home.” Bob said rolling his eyes.

“Let’s just pull up and see if any of them want to go for a ride, come on bobby, you got a new car. They will love it!” Johnny said.

And so, bobby reluctantly put his foot on the gas and inched forward, his eyes scanning the faces of each girl. The world stopped around him, he could not hear anything, because he saw the most beautiful woman in his entire life. An average height, long brown hair, with a bright smile struck his heart and dragged it down to his stomach. With his heart slowing and his breath close to stopping, he pulled over and shouted

“Hey, would you like to go for a ride?” The girls all laughed and the one in the front whipped her short brown hair towards him and said, “I’ll go.” “Not you, her” Bobby said pointing to the shy beauty in the back. Fate riding on Bobby’s shoulders he pushed all the other girls aside until finally, he was right in front of her, he stuttered out, “what’s your name.” She responded “Carmen”.

1954 Chevy

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1954
Media, PA

Robert “Bobby” Murray is my grandfather who is now comfortably living at the healthy age of 78. He met my grandmother out of the blue one day driving around with his friend. He had just purchased a new car, a 1954 Chevy and was proud. They met in 1955 and are proudly married to this day with their 60-year anniversary in February 2018.

Decade: 1950s
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Recorded by Dante Reigle on December 11, 2017
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