Jerry-

This is a nice thread and you've composed a wonderful song as well.

My parents really shouldn't have met at all. My father was a shy serious recent graduate from CCNY, majoring in philosopy and accounting, and underemployed. His sisters persuaded him to come up to Maine with them to stay at a farm that was adjacent to one owned by some wild Greenwich Village modern artists. This was back in the early 1930's.
Father was fond of his sisters but had great misgivings about going off to the wilds of Maine.

Fortunately for me and my brother he did go. And met my mother, the daughter of William and Marguerite Zorach, who was a wild 14-year old. Father was 12 years older but fell in love immediately but was wise enough to just be her friend for a few summers. They collaborated on the local scandle sheet my mother edited, created plays, and sang folk songs. And father tutored her in math and chess.

When mother went off to Oberlon College, father was teaching in Arthurdale, West Virginia, and visited her several times in his intrepid Model A. He even convinced her to visit the project in West Virgina, luring her down there with stories of horse back riding in the hills and real folk songs. Well, mother soon got disgusted with the conservative art classes at Oberlon and dropped out after her first year. My mother's father was not thrilled with my father at this point but but her mother thought it was a good match but still insisted that mother at least learn how to cook.

They were married by Judge John L. Lewis at City Hall in NYC in 1936, moved to Maine the next year, and never looked back.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble