Hey, sixtieschick:

Young love can be difficult. My oldest sister was madly in love with a boy in our neighborhood. My Mother wanted to name me Lars Peter (would've loved that name.. after my Grandfather. But my sister was persistent. She made life completely miserable for my parents until they finally caved in and named me after the love of her life, Jerry.
My sister was five years old, back then..

As far as I know, they were never married. I think he was six, and preferred more mature women..

Jerry