This story is the "Prologue" to my mother's autobiography, something she wrote based
on how her parents, Robert Vester Owen (who went by Ves) and Olevia Lois Purinton, actually met.
on how her parents, Robert Vester Owen (who went by Ves) and Olevia Lois Purinton, actually met.
*They married on February 28, 1923*
Ves Owen, but I'm unsure of his age here. He was almost 24 years older than Olevia.
Well, this seasoned bachelor went up and knocked at this door to ask for lodging. And how was he to know that he would eventually get involved with that young thing who answered his knock? Her name was Olevia and she was eighteen, but of course he didn't find that out until later.
Olevia Purinton at 18, I think.
He said: " Hello-- I heard you might have a room to rent" or something like that.
And she said: "Well, you had better come back later when my Auntie is here."
Olevia's Aunt Frankie was a trifle dismayed when she heard about this.
"Olevia," said Aunt Frankie, "you know I said before that we had no more rooms available."
And Olevia said: "Yes, but I knew when you saw his blue eyes you would change your mind."
The upshot of it all was that Mr. Owen got the room, and eventually he got Olevia, too. Whether or not he ever got any fish I don't know, but in this story that doesn't matter very much. And whether or not this is all strictly factual, I don't know either, but it made a nice story to tell the children.
The earliest photo I could find of Ves and Olevia together--
here they are with Bob and Lois, their two oldest children,
probably 1929/1930
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