There is much that is lost in today’s fast paced world – namely innocence. And although we definitely want our sons and daughters to have all of the correct information, when to give it to them and who should share it are still points of view we haggle over. I am not sure if this would happen today or if it did, if the recipient would feel as I did about it. But this is my sweet, sweet story of young infatuation.
Cal – I’ll call him though that was not him name – had no money. Neither did I. We were both teenagers. The difference was that Cal lived with his aunt and uncle and a house full of cousins. His parents were in the military and they were trying to keep him in a stable environment where he could finish high school with his friends – at least that was my understanding of the situation. I got the feeling that Cal would have preferred to be in Europe or Asia or wherever his parents were, but that too may just have been my youthful perception.
So there was no money for Cal to have a car therefore he didn’t have access to a job. And there was little privacy for watching a movie or hanging out together at his house. But what Cal did have, was a great imagination and a little meadow by a creek that ran through the bottom of a field separated from his aunt’s house by a swath of trees.
To show his affection for me, he shared this place with me – in silence as I remember. Then he left me alone on a rock while he went in search of something. I had no idea where he went or what he was doing, but I thought the little cove was perfect and let my own imagination take flight. He returned with something behind his back and knelt to put it atop my head, as chivalrous as a knight presenting the golden cup of victory to his lady and with as much pride in his efforts.
It was a circular crown woven of clover blossoms, a white tiara as delightful as one made of platinum and diamonds. He placed it atop my head, crowning me his special girl. This was sealed with a sweet kiss and nothing more was expected then.
Ah, tender youthful love doesn’t last and it was more infatuation than anything else. But I still think about it as the sweetest exhibit of affection and marvel at how long he must have practiced before he attempted it with me waiting on him back at the rock.
So C is for Cal and his Crown of Clover and my remembrance of his Chivalry and Creativeness.
Awww…what a lovely cluster of C’s. Thank you for telling and sharing. Lovely, lovely story.
Thanks Georgette. It’s a nice memory.
What a lovely story, and how special it would of been for you to receive this lovely crown of flowers. I also think he would of spent a fair bit of time getting this right for you, a very nice memory. 🙂
The simple things really do mean the most and often require the most planning, which is probably why I remember it with so much fondness.
What a sweet story! It’s amazing how quickly we go from that quiet time of beauty to our fast paced adulthood. I miss those days when all I had to worry about was how quickly I could my chores done so I could go sit in the field behind out house with my friends and just chat.
Aah yes, and the possibilities were endless. I’m not sure that the youth of today have that quiet time to themselves anymore. I hope they still do, but I wonder.
I’m of the opinion that the “C” was very pertinent to the blog but I would not share either. I remember those days and the good times. Lunch or dinner would be great soon. Take care.
Hi Deb! So good to hear from you. Mum’s the word on “C” and the ‘confindences’ ‘confided’ in you! LOL. I’d love lunch or dinner. Call or text and we’ll make definite plans.
This brings to mind one of my favorite quotes: “Enjoy the little things in life because one day you will look back and realize they were the big things.”. So true. Lovely post and picture too 🙂
Bella, this is a beautiful quote. Thank you for sharing it.
A lovely story 🙂
That is so sweetly romantic….and I don’t normally go for sweet romance, but in this case it fits beautifully.
Sweet is the right word. I’m glad you enjoyed this post as I remember it fondly.
What a magical tale.You painted the perfect pictures of the cove – and added in true feelings. Used just the right words. Perfectly done
Wow. This is such a nice comment. I’m deeply flattered. Thanks so much.
What a sweet story! Just beautiful.
Thanks Darla. It’s a nice memory.
** Swooning **
… a touchingly beautiful story; thank you for sharing it with us!
I’m swooning too, MJ. Aren’t the tender memories of youth the sweetest!
Thanks for sharing this beautiful story, Renee.
I’m glad you liked it Patti.
That was such a simple, tender story 🙂
–Damyanti, Co-host A to Z Challenge April 2012
This blog challenge makes us stretch doesn’t it?
Oh what a sweet memory to have of puppy love. A lot of C’s for the letter of the day! Well done!
Thanks for reminding me of the many happy times I made crowns of clover or daisies when I was a child. 🙂
We often forget about those simple days that started us out on a path of creativity. I’m glad you liked this post. As talented as you are, your crowns were probably queen-worthy.
Aw, how very sweet! What a great memory to have. Thank you for sharing it. (and yes, I’m way behind on my blog-reading!).
What a tender, sweet story. Cal sounds like a wonderful boy, whose love was just budding. 🙂
Aww, that was so sweet! But now I am dying to know what happened to this sweet kid! Do you keep in touch?
Sweet and simple! Sweet and old-fashioned! ~ Sheila