The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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This memory is written from the point of view of Susan's father, Irving.  Laughing, Susan added that her mother

We were on the bus.  That we both agree on.  We were on the bus near the army base in San Francisco, on the way to the Jewish social.  I'd just finished dental school in New York and had come out to do my part in the war as an army dentist.  Georgia had come west to live with an aunt.  We were on the bus and, as the highest ranking officer, I was in charge of the thing.

Right away I noticed the gal with the dark brown hair.  She was sitting with her hands folded on her lap, clutching her purse.  When we connected eyes, she smiled.  The way I tell it, I looked so sharp in my uniform she was immediately smitten.  I stepped down the aisle and - I can admit it now - I was smitten, too.  She smiled wide and I didn't know what to say.  The first thing that came to mind was: "Ma'am...you have lipstick on your teeth."

The First Thing I Ever Said to My Wife, Many Years Ago

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Near San Francisco, 1942

This memory is written from the point of view of Susan's father, Irving. Laughing, Susan added that her mother "often" had lipstick on her teeth. Her parents had a long happy marriage. -Written by Matthew Smith after an interview with Susan, Fall 2014

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Recorded by Matthew Ross Smith on November 23, 2014
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