Probably, the second "real love" of my life after Corky, the dancing fool, was a guy named Willie. Back in those days, newspapers required a "typesetter" and that was what Willie did. It did not require much expertise, but I was just as proud of him as if I had good sense. Work was a necessary evil back in those days. No work, no pay, no money for beer and beer was very important back then.
Willie was not a handsome man. He was not tall. He was not overly bright, but he loved me, so I of course loved him. He was a short, stocky little bundle of muscles who was feared by all. His reddish hair gave him a temper, or so they said. Seems he liked to fight and when someone likes to do something they are usually very good at it. It was rumored that he might be a little off in the head, but who cared? Not me, that was for sure.
Willie and I never had an actual physical relationship, but I loved him anyway. In Hutchinson, back in the day, it was expected that anyone with a car would be dragging Main on Friday and Saturday night. That was what you did. You started on Sherman and Main and drove North to 30th, circled back to Sherman. Bumper to bumper. If you were cool, you parked and laid on the hood of your vehicle and watched. Not sure being cool had as much to do with it as just not having anything else to do.
Willie did not have a car, but his friend Jimmie did. Jimmie also had a wife waiting at home and a couple kids, but that was cool. Jimmie was a family man and would have to leave us early. We then walked home. Since I lived on West A Jimmie would drop us there, and Willie would then walk to his house which was on the East end of Sherman.
Back in the day we had 2 stores called "five and dimes." They were precursors to Family Dollar, Dollar General and stores like that. Variety stores and you could find about anything you needed within their walls. The first was Kresses and the other was Woolsworth. I had asked Willie once what his favorite perfume was and he told me it was "Blue Waltz". The only place it was sold was at Kress, so the first spare nickle I had, I set off to purchase the elixir that would make Willie mine.
Blue Waltz Perfume came in a little heart shaped bottle that was about an inch and a half tall and a little over an inch wide. The bottle was clear, but the perfume, as I recall was a very light tan. It had a fragrance like none other. It was actually a very light, cloying smell, for want of a better word. I do not know what that word means, but it sure fit that perfume! I dabbed it behind my ears, in my hair, and any place else my finger happened to find.
Now it is only fair to tell you at this point that I do not remember what ever happened between Willie and I all those years ago, but suffice it to say, it could not have been anything too important or I would have remembered. What I do recall is the Blue Waltz Perfume and I can close my eyes and see that little bottle. I am sure I bought it for a nickle and only used it when I was seeing Willie and that is all I remember. It was not long after that I met Duane, and Willie was history. The Blue Waltz Perfume was not nearly as popular with Duane as it was with Willie so it set on the shelf forgotten.
I do think about that tiny little bottle from time to time and wonder what ever became of Willie. I am sure he sobered up and married someone, and maybe had a couple kids. They would have been cute little burgers with his red hair and blue eyes. But maybe not. I had kids of my own and never once thought about naming one of them Willie.
It is kind of funny how life works. Willie and the Blue Waltz perfume were a small part of my circle of life, but here I am sixty some years later and the clearest memory of that part of my life is not Willie, or the dragging Main, or anything else. The undying love was out the window and the vision I see when I close my eyes is that of a tiny glass bottle with the words "Blue Waltz Perfume" in tiny letters across the front of the bottle.
Funny how that works.
Willie was not a handsome man. He was not tall. He was not overly bright, but he loved me, so I of course loved him. He was a short, stocky little bundle of muscles who was feared by all. His reddish hair gave him a temper, or so they said. Seems he liked to fight and when someone likes to do something they are usually very good at it. It was rumored that he might be a little off in the head, but who cared? Not me, that was for sure.
Willie and I never had an actual physical relationship, but I loved him anyway. In Hutchinson, back in the day, it was expected that anyone with a car would be dragging Main on Friday and Saturday night. That was what you did. You started on Sherman and Main and drove North to 30th, circled back to Sherman. Bumper to bumper. If you were cool, you parked and laid on the hood of your vehicle and watched. Not sure being cool had as much to do with it as just not having anything else to do.
Willie did not have a car, but his friend Jimmie did. Jimmie also had a wife waiting at home and a couple kids, but that was cool. Jimmie was a family man and would have to leave us early. We then walked home. Since I lived on West A Jimmie would drop us there, and Willie would then walk to his house which was on the East end of Sherman.
Back in the day we had 2 stores called "five and dimes." They were precursors to Family Dollar, Dollar General and stores like that. Variety stores and you could find about anything you needed within their walls. The first was Kresses and the other was Woolsworth. I had asked Willie once what his favorite perfume was and he told me it was "Blue Waltz". The only place it was sold was at Kress, so the first spare nickle I had, I set off to purchase the elixir that would make Willie mine.
Blue Waltz Perfume came in a little heart shaped bottle that was about an inch and a half tall and a little over an inch wide. The bottle was clear, but the perfume, as I recall was a very light tan. It had a fragrance like none other. It was actually a very light, cloying smell, for want of a better word. I do not know what that word means, but it sure fit that perfume! I dabbed it behind my ears, in my hair, and any place else my finger happened to find.
Now it is only fair to tell you at this point that I do not remember what ever happened between Willie and I all those years ago, but suffice it to say, it could not have been anything too important or I would have remembered. What I do recall is the Blue Waltz Perfume and I can close my eyes and see that little bottle. I am sure I bought it for a nickle and only used it when I was seeing Willie and that is all I remember. It was not long after that I met Duane, and Willie was history. The Blue Waltz Perfume was not nearly as popular with Duane as it was with Willie so it set on the shelf forgotten.
I do think about that tiny little bottle from time to time and wonder what ever became of Willie. I am sure he sobered up and married someone, and maybe had a couple kids. They would have been cute little burgers with his red hair and blue eyes. But maybe not. I had kids of my own and never once thought about naming one of them Willie.
It is kind of funny how life works. Willie and the Blue Waltz perfume were a small part of my circle of life, but here I am sixty some years later and the clearest memory of that part of my life is not Willie, or the dragging Main, or anything else. The undying love was out the window and the vision I see when I close my eyes is that of a tiny glass bottle with the words "Blue Waltz Perfume" in tiny letters across the front of the bottle.
Funny how that works.
