A story was in the making, of true love meant to last.
Let’s start at the beginning, sixty years in the past .
Earl was in his senior year at Nott Terrace High,
when at a dance he spotted a girl who caught his eye.
His friend, Jimmy, said, “Go ask her if she’ll go out with you.
Don’t bother with your nickname ‘Potch’, just plain ‘Earl’ will do.”
It wasn’t just by chance that they lived three blocks apart.
‘Twas one more confirmation to follow his smitten heart.
Betty was a beauty, her father loved her so.
He didn’t want to share her, and hoped that Earl would go.
Earl didn’t go, even dared to think, would she grow old with me?
Could she be the one who’d share his life in the town of Schenectady?
For three long years they dated, then Christmas time drew near.
A tiny box, a golden ring, and then a gentle tear.
Earl stared and dared to ask, “Would you grow old with me?
Will you be the one who’ll share my life in the town of Schenectady?”
Betty finished high school, and they settled on a date.
November first, of ‘forty-seven they’d become each other’s mate.
That crisp and pretty Saturday dawned in New York State.
World War II had ended two years before this date.
Earl worked the morning shift at the local bakery.
This would be his wedding dayin the town of Schenectady.
At nine o’clock he walked toward home to begin another life.
When this day was over he would have a lovely wife.
Earl walked and dared to think, she’s going to grow old with me!
She’s the one who’ll share my life in the town of Schenectady.
When he arrived at his parents’ house he joined the neighbor boys
for a football game out in the street. He was part of the fun and noise.
“You’d better get cleaned up!” called his mother from the door.
Betty found out later, and scolded Earl some more.
What a day in Schenectady, a parade had come to town.
The Freedom Train was passing through, and through the land renown.
City trucks shined and hummed, boy scout troops marched too.
Schenectady was proud to say, “We helped fight World War II!”
Locomotives made here in town, and General Patton tanks.
This Freedom Train came calling with a special show of “thanks.”
But the parade blocked the side street in front of the church that day.
Betty and Earl advised their friends to arrive in the earliest way.
The police gave Betty an escort. She was, of course, the bride.
But Earl and his best-man brother were left to their own device.
There was no cause for worry for it was meant to be.
A parade wouldn’t stop the wedding in the town of Schenectady.
Two blocks from the church was the Two Guys Department Store.
Earl secured a parking spot. He couldn’t have asked for more.
In dress shoes and tuxedos they ran the rest of the way
to a fence at the rear of the church; they hoped it wouldn’t sway!
Earl and his brother swung up and over the top,
and with a huge sigh of relief dropped into the parking lot.
Pastor had been on the lookout to alleviate everyone’s fear.
He gave a shout and holler, and exclaimed, “They’re both here!”
This then was the moment she would grow old with me,
when she sweetly said “I do” at the church in Schenectady.
The wedding party in single file walked out onto State Street
where the parade crowds gathered. Boy, would they get a peak!
Bride and groom all gussied up, were teased and bumped along,
headed to the photographer, and singin’ their love song.
Betty in her wedding dress, Earl, the obvious groom.
Some hollered out to Earl, “Buddy, you’ve met your doom!”
“Don’t you know you’ll follow her all the days of your life?”
Earl just nodded with a smile. He now had his lovely wife.
Off they went on their honeymoon in Earl’s brother’s car.
A Chevrolet convertible that was sure to get them far.
Schenectady to Montreal is just over two hundred miles.
They spent the night in Saratoga Springs, and it brought many smiles.
The cabin that they rented had hot water but no heat.
Betty’s fur coat came in handy, a warm weight upon the sheets.
Up the road to Montreal, their final destination.
Canadian guards let them pass through though the car had no registration!
Next day they were headed home, the sleet and rain fell down.
But it didn’t cloud two happy hearts on the road to their home town.
Betty turned to Earl and said, “I’m growing old with thee,
I’ll be the one to share your life…………wherever you may