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Cambridge’s: It Trumps Two Sacks Of Wheat

Winston remembered being heartbroken when he and his friend Chester arrived at the McCalister house. The initial announcement of the gift to her Grandmother was welcomed, but as they were carrying it up the steps, the strap tore. The clock went backwards, placing a huge hole in the back of the clock.

“That is when my son, I learned the amazing spirit of your Grandmother and Great Grandmother.  They could see that I was really disappointed.  Your Mother wasn’t home yet, so they went to work.  The two of them fixed the clock in a few minutes with a small cloth glued to the outside of the back of it.  It took a little longer to repair me.”

“They pumped me with tea and cookies, and talked about how wonderful the gift was.  ‘Ashley is sure to love it.'” Winston could see that day as clearly as crystal.  What he didn’t learn until some time after the Wedding was what happened next.

Ashley didn’t care for the expensive gift so much as the three of them had hoped.  “Mother, indeed, it’s presumptuous for a man that I’ve never spent ten minutes with to buy me an expensive gift.”  Her Mother stifled a laugh.  “Your Father brought my Father two bags of flour, you remember Granddad was a farmer, and asked if he could date me.   That clock, well, it trumps two sacks of wheat! Then I was informed we were going out.  It wasn’t presumptuous, it was nervousness.”

Now Grandmother laughed, “Ashley dear, Men are talkative, strong, and courageous until a pretty head turns them.  You turned young Mr. Cambridge in your direction, don’t expect him to know how to address you at first.  You have to give him time.”

“He will learn, but you, like every woman before you, has to be patient with them.  He’ll wait for you, you must wait for him.  You see, God intended it this way, love isn’t only about romance, it’s about instruction.  You spend the rest of your lives learning about the person you love.”

“Grandmother, Mother, you act like I’m going to marry this stranger.  I do not intend to marry anyone until I’m at least 25!”  They were married the next spring, and were still madly in love.  Their courtship though was very rocky, especially the next 72 hours after the clock arrived.

It’s not often that the woman you intend to marry backs over you with a refrigerator.  Find out how and why in our next installment of Cambridge’s.

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