This month my parents would have been married 64 years.
My mother was Cuban, and fled before Castro assumed power. She immigrated to New York and worked for another Cuban family. My father was a Greek Merchant Marine. My father’s ship docked in NYC. When they met, he spoke Greek, no English or Spanish. She spoke Spanish, no English or Greek. They knew each other for four days. On the fifth day they got married. People always asked him how they communicated? He always said love knows no language.
They both became naturalized citizens of the US. My father got a Greek to English dictionary and an English to Spanish dictionary. He taught himself two languages. We spoke Spanish at home and I learned to speak English watching TV. As an only child, the TV was my friend. That’s probably why I spent my entire advertising career working in TV.
My parents were married for 26 years before my father passed away. If you ever find love, hold it close and don’t let go.
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