A match made in Heaven?
I truly believe it...
I never forget the day I first met Christa. It was on Saturday, May 6, 1961. I just had moved to Bochum, Germany to finish my three-year hotel apprenticeship and to again live with my parents. I was 16, quite shy and lonely.
Jazz, especially Dixieland was very popular. That night, I entered The Schuppen, a very popular Jazz Joint and spotted the most beautiful girl, I had ever seen, surrounded by a group of male and females. I still don’t know where my courage came from, but I went right in the middle of the group and asked Christa for a dance.
WOW, she accepted. I don’t remember what we talked about, but I still remember my excitement. The following Saturday, we had a repeat and after a few weeks we became closer and I asked her, If I could take her home. She accepted, but didn’t realize that I had come with a moped. All her friends had cars. I lied about my age, I told her that I was 19 and she must have expected that I had a car as well.
To her surprise I didn’t and she refused to get on my moped. It was late, no more street cars, so we decided that we would walk to her home, me pushing the moped. It took about 1.5 hours and we were able to talk a lot and the connected that we created that night resulted to be unbreakable.
I became part of the group of her friends and together we went out several times a week. It was marvelous. Every day when I drove to work, I passed her office. She would meet me and accommodate me on the remaining 15 minute walk. Me pushing my moped….
... To be continued. Please go to Stories to learn more about Christa...