George Washington Coffin, Jr. was a multi-talented man, and soon became a favorite sergeant amongst his war buddies. Washy, as he was known, could play the accordion and shuffle a mean soft shoe. They found themselves in the communications sector for the army in Morocco.
In the meantime, there was a lovely young French woman that was also living in Morocco with her family. She was close to her newly married sister and her parents. They had relocated from Provence because of the war. Her name was Jeanne.
One very fortunate day, George laid eyes on Jeanne. Soon, they were allowed to go on a date, after he asked permission of her parents. After careful scrutiny, they allowed the event, even more than once.
And so it came to be that they were wed, after the war. They settled into his mother's house at first, then into their own home in Kansas City.
In this country, Jeanne assimilated, but never forgot where she came from and the lovely people she left behind. She was fortunate enough to be able to visit them back in France frequently.
On both sides of the pond, the families grew and were very connected. It was the Baby Boom and children were abounding.
Washy and Jeanne ended up with three boys, though Richard died the first year, and one girl. For this father's day, I must include both parents. Thanks to both for the love and beauty of the world you presented to us. I love you and miss you so much.
