Dot was telling me about her first crush, when she was in high school. She said that he’d walk by her house everyday at the same time, so she’d go out to the apple tree closest to the road and pick apples just so that she could get a glimpse of him. After a few months of flirtation via apple tree, the boy finally built up enough courage to walk up to her front door so that he could ask her parents for permission to ask Dot out on a date.
When Dot saw him walking up the steps toward the front door, of course she took off running toward the house so that she could eavesdrop on their conversation from the kitchen.
Dot’s dad answered the door.
Suitor: “Good Afternoon Sir, I was wondering if it might be okay for me to take your daughter, Dot, out on a date sometime…?”
Dot’s Dad: “No.”
Suitor: “If you don’t mind Sir, would you mind telling me why not?”
Dot’s Dad cleared his throat: “I’ll let her Mother explain it to you.” He called for Dot’s mom to come to the front door.
Suitor: “Good afternoon Ma’am, I was wondering if I might be able to ask your daughter, Dot, out on a date, and your husband told me ‘no’, and now he wants you to tell me why…?”
Dot’s parents gave each other a look like, “what should I say?”
Dot’s Mom: “Well Son, you seem like a very sweet boy, but see…we are a Catholic family.”
Suitor: “That’s ok, I like Catholics!”
Dot’s Mom: “That’s very sweet of you to say. But the problem is not whether or not you like Catholicism; the problem is that Catholic girls aren’t allowed to go out with Lutheran boys.”
Dot’s heart was crushed, and her Suitor looked like he wanted to cry.
Suitor: “That just doesn’t seem right to me, but I will respect your wishes.”
Her suitor looked defeated as he walked back down the front steps, and poor little Dot went into her room and cried and cried. She said that she never did discuss it with her parents; she just trusted that they knew what was best for her.
Me: “Awww, that’s so sad!”
Dot: “It just wasn’t meant to be. I read in the paper a couple of weeks ago that he and his wife were celebrating their 60-something year anniversary, and they were celebrating it at the Lutheran Church, so apparently he went on to marry a nice Lutheran girl, and I went on to marry a nice Catholic boy, and that’s the way that it’s supposed to be.” She patted Joe on the leg and said, “Isn’t that right, Joe?”
Joe laughed: “All I know is that that guy must’ve thought that you really liked apples!”