Jean and Paul - A Love Story

This is the story of my parents, Jean and Paulmarriage. They are some of the things I remember
Puckett, two young people who lived through thethat said they loved each other and they had
adventure of Pearl Harbor and then went on to sharecommitted to each other long ago.
a life together for almost 60 years.Looking back, I remember breakfast as family time
The time is late 1940. A young man and womanfor us. Dad had coffee prepared the night before so
from different worlds bump into each other at aall he had to do was turn the coffee maker on. Then
restaurant on Waikiki Beach in Honolulu, Hawaii. Thehe would go out to the driveway and collect the two
young man is named Paul. He has twinkling blue eyes,morning newspapers. He and Mom would drink their
a deep voice and he is quite handsome. Paul hascoffee and work the crossword puzzles. There really
come from Colorado on a lark. The young woman'swas a lot of competition between them when it
name is Jean, that's the name she chose for herself.came to working the crossword puzzles.
Her given name is Haruko. Jean has piercing darkThen there was the shelter dog I brought with me
brown eyes and black hair and she's wearing it in afrom California. He was an earthquake rescue dog. His
loose style down to the base of her neck. But nowname was Tuffy and he was a caramel colored Cairn
she finds herself staring into those blue eyes andTerrier-mix. We called him the ball player because he
wondering, "Who is this man?" At the same time hewould back up running, then catch the ball in mid-air.
finds himself thinking that he likes everything aboutHe would follow Dad down the hall nipping at his
her. It would not be long before he discovers thatheels. Tuffy always barked when the phone rang. It
Jean is spunky. She has a little temper at times andwas soon obvious that he loved men and he adored
she does things with a flourish.Dad. So when I moved into my own place for the
Soon the two are seeing each other. They go deeplast time, Tuffy became my parents' dog. I took
sea fishing together. They spend time at the beachKuma, another Terrier-mix with me. Feisty Kuma had
where Paul plays his guitar and sings a little. Otherblack hair and little tan eyebrows as well as tan
times they drive up to the Pali or into the hills wherebooties on her paws. She loved Dad too, but I had
the foliage is thick and the smell of flowers is liketo have some company so off we went though we
perfume. He is learning about her world and shevisited every week.
learns about his. For Paul this island is a paradise.My parents didn't go to parties or socialize much.
Both Jean and Paul know that there would beThey both worked most of their lives and fun was
opposition from Jean's family and Paul can't be suregardening or building projects at home. Dad bought a
of his side of the family either. But something"How To" book and built, then installed solar panels
happens that changes their future. Jean's sisteron their last home. Ahead of the curve, they were
Natalie learned that she was pregnant and would notsaving money on their heating costs.
be married. The decision is easy for Jean, she wouldThere was also the backyard garden. That garden
marry and adopt Nat's baby. At the time this waswas Mom's passion. In the summer she spent hours
unfolding people on the island are saying that warfrom early morning until dusk in her pride and joy, her
with Japan might be coming. They think that Pearlgarden. Mom came in only a few times throughout
Harbor might be a target. As it turned out, the Unitedthe day just to eat and drink and cool off. Every
States had been aware that Japan was preparing foryear she planted tomatoes. Her tomatoes were
years to enter into a war. But the next thing forpampered with their own plastic bag dispensing water
Jean to decide was who she would marry. Whocontinuously into the ground around them. Mom's
would want to join in this? And would it be Paul?garden usually consisted of squash, lettuce, green
My Dad had competition though, because Jean hadonions, rhubarb, and green beans. All of these
another suitor, his name was Frank Brenneman. Invegetables she gladly gave to visitors and neighbors.
the family photo collection there is a photo of Frank,My mother was never happier then the few times I
black hair, dark eyes, wearing a white tropical suit.offered to help her pull those nasty weeds from her
Mom is wearing a stylish dress and the two aregarden.
having dinner at what looks like an upscale restaurant.Though I never had children, my brother Paul made
In fact, when Frank learned of Mom's plans, heup for it by marrying and having three handsome
proposed. Jean turned him down saying that she wassons. The oldest two, Chris and Casey were on the
waiting for Paul to propose to her. Frank thenOlympic Ski Team for many years. Dad was very
declared that he would give her a set of sterlingproud. He collected all of the newspaper coverage of
silverware if Paul proposed within 30 days. Thetheir races. They won many of their races and he
proposal took a little more than 30 days but Frank,put all of the articles into a huge scrapbook. I wish
being a good sport about it all, gave Mom and Dad amy Dad could be here to see his grandson Casey ski
half-set of silverware. I still have two pieces from theagain in the 2010 Olympics. It would be a thrill for him.
set. Frank was a good loser and I'll bet he was aThe youngest grandson though, is more like his
good man. Mom was lucky to have two good mengrandfather. Jim looks more like Dad than anyone
want to marry her.else and he likes to work with his hands, again like his
The wedding took place on November 10, 1941, twograndfather.
days before I was born. At their wedding Mom isMost people would agree that my father was
wearing a beautiful pink wide brimmed hat, pinkblessed to live a very active life, drive a car till the
billowy blouse and black skirt and Dad looked dapperday he died. He was able to die in his own bed at
in a light brown suit. At age 23, Paul is a married manhome. His wife and dog were there with him. That
with a ready-made family. Jean would soon turn 25.seems to me a wonderful way to end a very good
Mom told me more than once that after they paidlife.
the rent, paid the preacher and bought groceries toAt the same time, our family was confused about
last for a little while, they were broke. So sheMom's health. We could see that her behavior had
proceeded to make a large pot of vegetable beefchanged. There were problems remembering things.
soup, a favorite of hers for life. Thinking of howIt was easy to blame it on her age but her condition
practical she was being, they ate that soup for threewas more serious than that. It became more clear to
days. Dad finally said, "Jean, could we have somethingme one afternoon when I got to their home. Mom
besides soup to eat?" She laughed about it whenburst into tears when she saw me. She was cooking
telling me this story.rice on the stove even though she had always used
Three weeks later on December 7, a daya rice cooker. The rice was boiling over. I walked
commemorated every year; my parents were livingover and hugged her and she said, "I can't remember
in Pearl City, Hawaii, on the Island of Oahu. They toldhow to cook rice." We got rid of the rice and figured
me of hearing the planes fly over and the bombingout something for dinner. I stayed until all was calm
start early that morning. Dad even took homebut that memory stays with me. Mom had been a
movies of the planes flying over. That film wascook at a barbeque restaurant. She loved cooking
confiscated when he turned it in to be developed.and feeding people and that instinct was still strong
They talked about spending nights in the fields withon the day of that incident.
me because it was too dangerous to be in theirIn spite of all the signs, when our father died we still
home during those first weeks following the attack.could not accept the idea that Mom had Alzheimer's
Any light coming from a house would become adisease. Dad's passing caused our mother's condition
target. Still, we were lucky in lots of ways. After theto escalate in a horrific way. A few days later, and
bombing, the Army kept Dad in Honolulu working onI'm sure this was her way of handling her grief, she
the tunnel construction.could not remember Dad. There were a few
When the war finally ended I had a baby brother.windows that opened and she remembered him
They named him Paul Walter. I know that Dad wasbriefly. Once she told me she remembered Dad
proud to have a son. For more than a year after Paulpicking some flowers for her. Another time she said
Jr. was born, Dad worked in Korea and Guam as athat he took good care of her and I know he did, he
mechanic for the Army. When he came back hetook care of all of us. Throughout all that she
brought gifts for everyone. Dad brought a lustrousendured, Mom was brave and gracious. As she had
strand of pearls for Mom. I remember a lacqueredalways done in the past, she thanked people for
jewelry box and other trinkets. Around that time hecoming to see her.
decided to take the family to Colorado to live. It wasThe calls from the nurses came late Sunday night
only 4 years after the war ended and there was stilland Monday morning. Monday would be Mom's last
strong resentment toward the Japanese. I know thisday on earth. When I left my mother on Sunday
move was a difficult thing for our mother but sheevening, I said I would be back the next day. She
made the move to keep our family together.gave me the last hug I would ever get, it was strong
It was by accident that I learned I was adopted. Iand wonderful. I said, "Mom, I'll be back tomorrow, I
was 16 and my parents had planned to tell me once Ilove you." Her reply was weak, "I love you." She had
married. In my junior year at high school I wasput such strength into her hug she could barely
sneaking out at night for dates with older boys. Ispeak. In those last years, Mom always gave "bear
know this hurt both parents and finally during anhugs" to show how much she loved you. That one
argument the secret spilled out. Mom was crying andhad to last me the rest of my life. When I think back
she said, "It must be my fault you're going wild andto our last weekend together, I am still struck by
you'll end up just like your mother." Then she had toMom's beautiful skin and her pretty face. Even the
tell me the whole story. I felt as though the floor hadnurses commented that Sunday on how beautiful she
been yanked out from under me and that I didn'tlooked. Hearing those compliments still pleased her
really belong anywhere. I left the house for a fewand brought a smile to her face.
days to stay with friends. Dad was always the peaceNext day the two hospice ladies were there since
maker and it was the same this time. He came tomorning and even though Mom could not speak or
see me and tell me that Mom was heartbroken andacknowledge that she could hear, they told her that I
he asked me to come home. Later, I know we bothwas on my way over. I know she was waiting, she
wished we could have taken back the words as ifeven waited until Pat and Sue went to lunch and
that night had never happened. But in another way, itthen she died with me talking to her and holding her
was a relief to have the secret out. I know that thehand. She suffered through four and a half years in a
burden of keeping a secret and the fear had to behome for Alzheimer's patients. Finally, a broken hip
overwhelming. My mother worried that I too wouldbrought her the release she had wanted for so long.
become an unwed mother.During those years there were so many precious
What Natalie, my biological mother, did by giving metimes spent together. Thanks in part to the
up took a lot of courage. I can't imagine themedications she always knew me, her
heartache she endured. It may have been a littledaughter-in-law, Peggy, and her son, Paul Jr. There
easier because she still had contact with her child. Shewere times Mom and I would just sit together
could watch me grow up. She even attended myoutside in the garden watching the clouds roll by and
wedding. Still I'm sure it was tremendously painful forthe birds flying through the bushes in front of us.
her.Whenever I said, "Mom do you want to sit out here
Natalie was a very talented artist. As the years wenta little longer or go inside?" Mom always wanted to
by, she became more and more engrossed in her art.stay outside a little longer. Those hours will always be
She was even participating in sidewalk shows of herpriceless memories for me.
paintings when she was stricken with Cancer. SheIn the last hours I spent with mom, and though she
was 42 when she died, leaving a husband, Tom, andcould not respond, I told her I loved her and went on
two teenage children, Jeff and Lani.to remind her of something she said at her
Years later, from what Mom told me, I was able tograndson's wedding. She said, "I started all of this."
trace my biological father. After exchanging someDad's extended family was very small since both of
letters and phone calls, I eventually had a meetinghis sisters preceded him in death. He still had in-laws in
with him. I satisfied my curiosity and have to giveHawaii as well as many, many nephews and nieces.
him credit for showing up. I know of many men andSo the decision to take my parents' ashes back to
women who would not agree to meet the biologicalHonolulu seemed logical.
children they had given up. However, that meetingJean and Paul will spend eternity in Paradise Park on
didn't change a thing because my parents were Jeanthe Island of Oahu. The family gathered there one
and Paul. In fact, it only added to my love for myday in August and a ceremony was performed
parents. They gave me a good home and neverplacing their ashes deep in the jungle like foliage of
made me feel separate or that I was anything butthe park. Then we went into the restaurant where
their own daughter.there was a buffet lunch. We spent time visiting and
How do you know when two people love eachremembering Jean and Paul.
other? Other than the fact that my parents wereOver the Christmas holidays I drove by my parents'
married for almost 60 years, there were little everyold house. It was the last home they shared
day things to show how well they knew each other.together for 23 years. They shared many years of
Like Mom getting radishes and green onions from herhappiness in that house. I sat there for a few
garden for Dad's dinner because she knew he likedminutes looking at the colored lights on the tree that
to have them with his meal. Or Dad painting Mom'sstood in the middle of the front yard. The living room
room and building shelves for her while she was inwindow had a Christmas tree sitting in front of it and
the hospital. He happily surprised her with all of thisthe lights were on. It made me smile to see the
when he brought her home. Those were the littlewarmth coming from the house and I knew Jean and
threads woven over time to form the fabric of theirPaul would be pleased.