Hello, This is a difficult story
for me to tell, but it is absolutely true.
I had married a Canadian and had gone from Australia to live with him in
Canada. We had two small boys. I had been there for four years and our
marriage was rubbing along. We got on well and although we did have a lot
of things in common there seemed to be no really deep love or real
understanding between us. After the birth of my second son my mother
asked me to come back to Australia, to bring the children for a visit.
She sent me the fare and I came home.
We lived in a small beachside town and there was no entertainment as such,
so my mother, my uncle, some friends and I took to going to a small harbor
side hotel on Saturday evenings, where a friend would play the piano and we
would have a sing-along and just a couple of drinks in the public lounge.
There was a dart board in the corner
and one night there were five or six men playing darts for drinks. I walked
over to watch them and saw this nice looking young man standing before the
board getting ready to throw the darts. All of a sudden as I looked at him,
there was a great voice inside me that said" Oh, there you are! I've been
looking everywhere for you." I was really shocked and didn't really
know what had happened, but I looked at him again and told myself that he
was most likely a sugarcane farmer with a fat wife and half a dozen
We left shortly after that and I
didn't think of him again. But the next weekend we went to the same hotel
and he was there again, playing darts. I have no idea what prompted me to
do it as I don't play darts, but I went up to him and bet him a pint that I
would win. Of course I didn't, but after the game he came over to my table
and introduced himself to my mother and my friends and stayed talking to us
all. He asked could he see me again and I said "no" as I was married.
Then he invited us all down to visit
the dredge he was working on the following day. He was a British seaman who
had come out here to work on the ships as a seaman. We all went to see the
boat and he gave us a nice lunch. He became friends with my Uncle who lived
with us and used to come to see us all on the weekends when he wasn't
working. He used to help my mother around the garden and was very good with
my two little boys.
After a couple of months the dredge
work was finished and he went to Brisbane to get another ship, but he kept
writing to us. He had been away for a month when I had news that my husband
who was still in Canada had died in a car crash. This was in 1958 and travel
wasn't as easy then as it is now, so I never did go back to Canada.
The young man came back to visit us
and after awhile he asked me to marry him I hadn't really wanted to, as he
was a seaman and would be away from home a lot. But I did. He adopted my
children, we bought a house and lived and loved together for forty
years until he died of cancer in 1998.
He is absolutely the love of my life,
as I was of his. He was a wonderful father to my children and a marvelous
grandfather to their children. Our only sorrow was that we didn't have more
children, but we had a wonderful life together and I wouldn't have missed a
day of it.