Week 15: Elder Voices -- Felone

Submitter:Robert and Shirley Parker
School: Albert Bridge School
Author:Laura Felone
Grade: sixth
Submitter's E-Mail:
Author's E-mail: jksdancecrazy@yahoo.com
Phone: 484-3344
Prompt: retell a senior citizen's memory
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Essay:

I am here to retell and give a bit about these two peoples’ lives to you. The story of how William and Thelma came to make two lives one. I am telling you what Thelma herself told me, and I wish you to think of me merely as a messenger, a person realying to you this story.
Who ever said a war couldn’t do good things to? The end of a two year enlistment in the Korean War brought William Felone back to the factory where he had worked for seven years before. While William was in Korea, nine months until he was to return, a young woman named Thelma Whiting began to work in the same department as him in the factory. She had perviously worked in Christmas wrapping, since she had worked there for five years, was allowed to move to the department that tagged clothes. She was working at the other end of the poll (the poll is what the room they worked in was called) of him. William worked with the machines, Thelma worked in remiving tags from diffeerent machines. Although William almost never saw her, he noticed Thelma all the same.
One night, they were both at weding party for someone in the factory, and the smoke was getting to Thelma’s head, so she went out on the porch. William saw her leave, and followed her out. He said that it wasn’t safe for a woman like her to be out there all alone. They got to talking, and he asked Thelma to go and have a drink with him. She said, no, she didn’t drink. William then came up with the idea of her getting coffee, and he would get a drink. She said yes, and together they ent to the other part fo the building. That night, he brought her home, and asked her out the next night. Thelma said yes, and her mother and father approved, so they to dinner. William asked her out the next night after that, and after about nine months, they got married. They had two sons, Bill and Mark.
Their elder son Bill, lives in Massachusetts with his four kids, three sons and one daughter, who are Thelma’s grandchildren. William passed away about eighteen years ago. Their other son, Mark, had two children, a son and a daughter. He, his wife Carol, son Ryan, and his daughter Laura live in Vermont. Thelma lives in New Hampshire, only a thirty minute drive from where Mark lives. Thelma hasn’t seen her elder son in ten years, and Mark hasn’t seen his elder brother in just as long. Thelma relies on Mark to help her, and if you ask me, he does a pretty good job of it. You are probably wondering why I told you more about Mark, and the reason is; I know more about his life. My uncle has never been all that relieable; I haven’t seen him since I was one year old. My father is very good to my grandmother, whenever we moved (this was before I was born) she moved with us. Thelma is a magnificent grandmother, and what everyone tells me about William, he was a wonderful person.
The story of how they met isn’t a heart-warming story of how they looked across the room and their eyes met, or how they met on a blind date. If you want that story, read my parents’ story of their blind date. But it still is wonderful, and magical, and I definitely wouldn’t want a different pair of grandparents. Nana, if you ever read this, I hope I got these facts right, and for you to remember that I love you, and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else in the world.