"When I told my father I was going to marry Jake he said, ‘If you marry that man you will never set foot in this house again.’⁣
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He was horrified that I could contemplate marrying a black man, and I soon learned that most people felt the same way. The first years of our marriage living in Birmingham were hell — I cried every day, and barely ate. No one would speak to us, we couldn’t find anywhere to live because no one would rent to a black man, and we had no money.⁣
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People would point at us in the street. Then I gave birth to a stillborn son at eight months. It wasn’t related to the stress I was under but it broke my heart, and we never had any more children.⁣
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We were at the same technical college. I was having typing and shorthand lessons and he’d been sent there for training by the Air Force. He was with a group of black friends and they called my friend and me over to talk. We didn’t even know they spoke English, but Jake and I got chatting. He quoted Shakespeare to me, which I loved.⁣
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Jake returned to Trinidad, but we carried on writing to each other, and a few years later he returned to the UK to get better paid work.⁣
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He asked me to marry him, quite out of the blue, when I was only 19. My father threw me out, and I left with only one small suitcase to my name. No family came to our register office wedding in 1948.⁣
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But gradually life became easier. I got teaching jobs, ending up as a deputy head teacher. First Jake worked in a factory, then for the Post Office.⁣
Slowly we made friends together, but it was so hard. I used to say to new friends: ‘Look, I have to tell you this before I invite you to my home — my husband is black.’⁣
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My father died when I was 30 and although we were reconciled by then, he never did approve of Jake.⁣
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Today we have been married for 63 years, and are still very much in love. I do not regret marrying him for an instant, despite all the pain we have suffered."⁣

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Congratulations to them.

It is such that lasts; not the type APPROVED by Nigerian parents and in-laws! Quote me daily

LordIsaac:
It is such that lasts; not the type APPROVED by Nigerian parents and in-laws! Quote me daily

Damn.... I'm just wondering all the battles they went through to fight for love.... And it was in those early years racism was at its peak!

MrsTwrite:
Congratulations to them.

Yes oh! In this generation, how many marriages survives for 63 years? A hearty congratulations to them.... Infact, they should be a role model to emulate

tonywonder:


Yes oh! In this generation, how many marriages survives for 63 years? A hearty congratulations to them.... Infact, they should be a role model to emulate

Absolutely sir.

tonywonder:
"When I told my father I was going to marry Jake he said, ‘If you marry that man you will never set foot in this house again.’⁣
⁣
He was horrified that I could contemplate marrying a black man, and I soon learned that most people felt the same way. The first years of our marriage living in Birmingham were hell — I cried every day, and barely ate. No one would speak to us, we couldn’t find anywhere to live because no one would rent to a black man, and we had no money.⁣
⁣
People would point at us in the street. Then I gave birth to a stillborn son at eight months. It wasn’t related to the stress I was under but it broke my heart, and we never had any more children.⁣
⁣
We were at the same technical college. I was having typing and shorthand lessons and he’d been sent there for training by the Air Force. He was with a group of black friends and they called my friend and me over to talk. We didn’t even know they spoke English, but Jake and I got chatting. He quoted Shakespeare to me, which I loved.⁣
⁣
Jake returned to Trinidad, but we carried on writing to each other, and a few years later he returned to the UK to get better paid work.⁣
⁣
He asked me to marry him, quite out of the blue, when I was only 19. My father threw me out, and I left with only one small suitcase to my name. No family came to our register office wedding in 1948.⁣
⁣
But gradually life became easier. I got teaching jobs, ending up as a deputy head teacher. First Jake worked in a factory, then for the Post Office.⁣
Slowly we made friends together, but it was so hard. I used to say to new friends: ‘Look, I have to tell you this before I invite you to my home — my husband is black.’⁣
⁣
My father died when I was 30 and although we were reconciled by then, he never did approve of Jake.⁣
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Today we have been married for 63 years, and are still very much in love. I do not regret marrying him for an instant, despite all the pain we have suffered."⁣

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if she married today's generation of black men she would have regretted it long ago

DrFunmisticGlow:
if she married today's generation of black men she would have regretted it long ago

I agree with you

RoadMozart:
This kind of love is gradually fading out.

Money and lust has taken over

Signs of end time 😁