From the Archive – Paul

Ruth & Paul

My grandmother was married three times.  I don’t know much about her first marriage.  The third marriage was to my Grandfather.  Her second marriage was to a man named Paul, who was, by all accounts, the love of her life. 
When we were nine or ten, my cousin and I found the marriage certificate while (illicitly) rifling through some paperwork in the bottom drawer of the secretary.  (Turns out it wasn’t any big secret, but it was a revelation to me.)  The idea that my grandmother had a life before she became My Grandmother captured my imagination and didn’t let go.  All I knew about him was that his name was Paul, and that he was her great love.  He died after only four months of marriage.  She was 22. 

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