First Kiss Responses
Last week I asked for some stories about you first kiss. Below are two which I received from classmates.
Linda Beal Walker, Class of '66 - Like Jeanne Carter, my first kiss was at a Claudia Duke birthday party, but it was at her home, and there were several boys. They played the game, Pleased or Displeased, and Mrs. Duke was displeased and what it would take to please her was for a certain boy, whose name I will not mention, to kiss me. I was so shy and it embarrassed the heck out of me and, even worse, four or five people had to hold me so he could kiss me. I tried to run and hide. Needless to say, it was awful. However, in later years, while working for South Central Bell, I worked with this young man's wife. Small world.
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Escoe German Beatty, Class of '65 - OK... here goes! I do remember my first kiss but I don't remember just exactly how it was initiated. It was 1960, the last day of the seventh grade (remember we would go for a couple of hours to pick up our report card). For some reason Darlene Byrom and I decided to go along with the idea of giving Tommy Faulkner a goodbye kiss for the summer. We were down at the end of the seventh grade hall... remember by Miss Monroes, Coach Bradys, and Mrs. Estes rooms. We went outside to the end of the wing, for privacy of course, and accomplished this memorable feat! I probably never spoke of it to Darlene again but, Tommy and I have laughed about it many times since!
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Paula Spencer Kephart, Class of '65 - My first kiss was with my husband to be, Dwight Kephart. I had my first date with him and he pursued me relentlessly. I liked him a lot, but was not sure I was ready for a steady boyfriend. After about a month of dates every weekend, he finally kissed me goodnight. I told him it was my first kiss. He laughed, as usual, and said, "I'll teach you." Wow! Did he ever. Yes, my toes tingled, all that silly stuff. Though it was six years later, college and Army, we tied the knot on Aug. 15, 1969. We had two sons later, about four years, then about four more later, Richard, Jr, and Tim, and then, unfortunately, for us, but fortunately, for Dwight, God took him home to be with Him after 26and a half years of wonderful marriage. A better husband and Dad, I could probably not have been blessed with. But time moves on, and now I will be a grandmother in months to come. Wish he could share it with me, but he will, in his own way. Who says first kisses don't lead to better things?
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I would like to hear some more stories, if any of you are brave enough (or have enough grey cells remaining to remember).
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