How they did it in the 1930s.

So, this is how it happened.

Ode to My Mom and Dad.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a big unexpected kiss on the lips. Then she responded, “now Carl you’re not supposed to do that. When my dad told me this I could only surmise my mom had never been kissed before.” Then I could also assume my dad thought he was a ‘movie matinee romantic’ and my mom thinking she would end up as an old maid for life who had never been kissed. Well surprise surprise. From then on the lover boy took charge.
After several weeks or months of dating, and some kissing, the two decided to get married. I’m almost certain my mom thought it not right to kiss each other without being married. And so, it happened one fine day.
They decided to meet out on the county road one Saturday morning then walk to town and ask the justice of the peace to marry them. Just the two of them walking. So here they were. He in his new seersucker pants with white dress shirt, his jet-black hair oiled back, and polished shoes and she in a flowery dress with a broad-brimmed straw hat. Off they went walking to town. Never mind town was about 12-miles down the dusty gravel road.
May 8, 1937 was there lucky day. Shortly after they began their ‘hand in hand’ marathon stroll, a neighbor in his soft top Buick sedan came along and offered them a ride to town. After hearing about their destination and intent, the kindly neighbor offered to act as witness to their ceremony as well. It doesn’t get any better than that. Dating, kissing, free ride to town, and marriage. Boy howdy y’all!