The Enduring Love Story of Henry and Harry

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Henry and Harry met by accident one evening when Henry was riding with Harry’s roommate and fellow police officer, Teddy. Henry and Teddy stopped by Teddy’s house to pick up the legal papers Teddy needed for a court filing. He invited Henry in to meet his roommate, Harry.

When they entered the door, Harry was getting ready for his shift. He walked down a hallway wearing only his trousers and no shirt. Henry and Harry’s eyes locked onto each other as Teddy introduced them. Neither knew the other’s intentions or interests; they nodded and said hello, an electric charge lingering between them.

Harry worked at the police station’s front desk and communications center. Suddenly, Henry worked for the local radio station. He began coming to the station instead of calling on the phone for the day’s latest police activity. Henry would sit patiently. He went through the radio and comment logs. He looked for items to place in his news reports on the radio. Then, he would make small talk with Harry, their conversations stretching a little longer each time.

One day, Henry asked Harry if the officer was off the next weekend. Harry confirmed that he was. Henry explained that his boss wanted him to travel to Loca City. He needed to pick up his son and return him to Elm City. Harry said he’d love to go along for the adventure. Henry explained they go there on Saturday and return on Sunday. This way, he would be there to get the youngster after he got out of church.

When Saturday came, the two left Elm City for the nearly two-hour drive to Loca City. During the drive, they talked, learning more about each other’s pasts, dreams, and fears. At times, their arms brushed against each other on the armrest of Henry’s Ford Thunderbird. Unknown to each were the butterflies fluttering in their stomachs as the pair drove down the highway.

Upon arriving in Loca City, the pair stopped for burgers. Across the street, there was a movie theater. And, of course, they would take in a movie— Friday the 13th: Season of the Witch.

By all standards, the movie was a flop. But the film still had spooky moments, especially for Harry, who jumped and yelped throughout. It was ironic—him being the one who worked for the police department. Afterward, the two laughed at how jumpy Harry had been, and Harry was embarrassed.

It was getting late, and they decided to find a motel for the night. The two found a Holiday Inn Holidome. Henry said he would take care of the room. Harry was asked to watch the car. Harry complied. A few minutes later, Henry returned with room keys and said—

“I’m sorry about this. The hotel only had one room, and it had a queen bed.”

Harry’s reply was accepting.

“I don’t have a problem with it. I slept with my best friends all through hay harvest.”

Once in the room, the television came on. Of all things, it was a rerun of The Tonight Show with Joan Rivers. The two settled in with Joan Rivers rattling on. At some point, one of their elbows flinched into the other. Then, a tickling match ensued. The tickling led to rolling around in the bed, which led to a still moment.

Henry reached up and kissed Harry. That was in 1982. And in 2024, that kiss still lasts.

They demonstrated remarkable courage, enduring the hardships of hiding their relationship to protect their careers. They faced moments of having to pretend to be twin brothers to avoid violent repercussions. They even experienced the loss of family members who couldn’t accept their love. But through it all, they clung to each other, a testament to their resilience and the power of their love.

They were finally capable of marrying. They did so without fanfare—just them and a few close friends. There was a quiet understanding that this was always meant to be. But even then, their love faced challenges. They faced the threat of losing their rights as a married couple. Additionally, there was the ever-existing worry of discrimination in housing, employment, and medical care.

After over forty years together, they pridefully ponder on their journey. The fights, love, laughter, and pain were all part of their story. If anything, the years only strengthened their love. Their relationship is a beacon of hope for enduring love in a world that often challenges it.

Henry reaches for Harry’s hand as they sit on their porch, watching the sun set over their quiet neighborhood. His grip is weaker than it used to be, but the warmth is still the same.

“No matter what they take from us,” Henry says softly, “they can’t take this.”

Harry smiles, his thumb brushing over Henry’s knuckles.

“No, they can’t.”

After all, it is where they began—and will always belong. Their home is their sanctuary. It is where their love has blossomed and endured. Their home is a testament to their resilience and the power of love.

This is a true story. The names and places have been changed to protect the identities of those lives involved.

The Enduring Love Story of Jon and Lester: Sudsville Pride Parade

In the quaint town of Sudsville, population 700, lived Jon and Lester, the town’s two oldest gay men. They had been partners for over fifty years, and their love story is a beautiful testament to the endurance of true love. Every year, they led the pride parade, a tradition that had grown into the town’s most anticipated and celebrated event.


Jon and Lester, who met in their twenties at a small cafe in a neighboring town, were not just partners, but also symbols of courage and resilience. Their connection was instant and deep, and they soon became inseparable. As the years passed, they faced many challenges, but their love grew more assertive. They moved to Sudsville in their thirties, seeking a quieter life where they could be themselves without fear of judgment. Initially, their presence was met with curiosity and a hint of apprehension from the townsfolk, but Jon and Lester’s kindness and willingness to help their neighbors soon won everyone over.


Sudsville’s first pride parade was a modest affair. Jon and Lester walked hand in hand down the main street, accompanied by a handful of supportive friends and neighbors. The event was a small but significant step for the town, beginning a new era of acceptance and inclusivity.


Over the years, the parade grew in size and significance, mirroring the town’s growing acceptance and inclusivity. People from all around, including area towns and even distant cities started to flock to Sudsville to participate in the celebration. The parade became a symbol of love, unity, and pride, drawing thousands of participants each year. Local businesses thrived during the event, with hotels, restaurants, and shops bustling with activity and generating hundreds of thousands of dollars in revenue.


Jon and Lester, who became local celebrities, were not just a couple but a living testament to the power of love. Their love story inspired countless people. They would ride in a beautifully decorated vintage car at the front of the parade, waving to the crowd and blowing kisses. Their smiles radiated joy and pride, and their presence reminded them of the power of love and the importance of being true to oneself.


The townsfolk embraced the parade with open arms, and in doing so, they transformed Sudsville into a vibrant and welcoming place. The event featured colorful floats, lively music, and performances by talented artists. The streets became adorned with rainbow flags, and the atmosphere was emotive with excitement and celebration.


Each year, Jon and Lester would give a heartfelt speech at the end of the parade, thanking everyone for their support and sharing their hopes for a more inclusive future. Their words resonated deeply with the crowd, leaving many in tears and inspiring a renewed commitment to acceptance and love.

Jon and Lester grew older as the years went by, but their passion for the parade never waned. They continued to lead the event with the same enthusiasm and love, their bond as strong as ever. The pride parade became a beloved tradition, not just for Sudsville but for the entire region.


Jon and Lester’s legacy lived on. Their love story became etched into the hearts of everyone who had the privilege of knowing them. The parade they had started continued to flourish, a testament to their enduring love and the power of acceptance. Sudsville, once a quiet little town, had become a beacon of pride and inclusivity, all thanks to the love and courage of two extraordinary men.

Fred and Matilda

Fred and Matilda had been retired for over ten years. They had passed their silver years and were entering their golden years. Both had begun to experience forgetfulness, which was not severe but inconvenient. Fred would forget his wallet when he left home to go to town, or Matilda would forget to put extra tissues in her purse. She needed them to keep her nose wiped due to spring’s seasonal allergy season.

Today, Fred and Matilda left their modest bungalow midcentury home on East Kiowa Street in Corprol, Oklahoma. They traveled thirty miles to see the couple’s son nearby. Due to Fred’s’ safe’ driving, the drive should take just over fifty minutes. He never exceeded fifty miles an hour and usually kept their ’53 Chevrolet Coup topped at 45 miles per hour. Matilda was known for always talking to Fred when he was driving. She never shut up.

Matilda would say to him –––

“Fred, ease to the left, honey; now go back to the right and watch it. Oh no—a car is coming! Now, someone is behind us. Wait, a car is approaching us; I think the guy behind us will pass us.

Fred and Matilda’s son, Bill, looked at the clock at 1:00 PM. His parents should have been at his place at 11:00 AM. He thought they stopped by their old farm and got lost in time, recalling days when they had lived in the farming area for more than forty years, and everyone knew them. Even so, the people from those days mainly had moved on just as they had. So, it was unusual to find a two-hour distraction without calling him to let him know they would be delayed.

Matilda, a constant verbal navigational bird, was a familiar presence to Fred. Her chatter, a constant companion during their drives, was a source of comfort to him. He had grown accustomed to her voice, finding solace in the sound. Fred’s driving was noticeably worse when she wasn’t there, a testament to her voice’s role in his life.

At 3:00 PM, Bill was beside himself. Where were Fred and Matilda? He called their home to make sure they had not decided to go back home and make the trip another day; the phone just rang and rang. He called Fred’s and Matilda’s cell phones, but no one answered. Bill decided it was time to notify authorities.

Bill called the Ninekakh Police Department, and Officer Nadine Smith answered. Nadine had a strong ‘Okie” accent and a sweet demeanor.

“Ninekakh Police Department, Officer Smith, Who can I help today?”

Bill was stunned by the sweetness and tone of Nadine’s voice and how comfortable she made him feel just by answering the call he had placed. Bill said –––

“Hi, my name is Bill Roth. My parents, Fred and Matilda Roth, are late getting to my home outside Singer; they were driving here from Corprol.”

Knowing Bill was concerned and having met the Roths several times, Nadine knew they were not the type to disappear carelessly. Nadine asked –––

“Bill, honey, how old are your parents? Do you know what they are driving, and do you have any identification to help find them? And what were they doing today?”

Bill was quick to answer –––

My parents are driving a blue 53 Chevrolet Coupe two-door in their mid-70s. They were moving from Corpral to Singer to visit me today. They might have stopped by the old farm to remember old times, but I don’t know. They have never really been this late. Fred always wears grey pants, a white shirt, and a baseball cap, and Matilda usually wears a dress, blue or gray, that extends below the knee, with flat shoes; they both have gray hair. They quit taking photographs twenty years ago because both said it made them look like they were aging to get new pictures taken. They won’t even stand still for someone to get them in a cell phone, selfie-type picture.”

Nadine, taking a deep breath, said –––

Wow! Thank you. That is a whole lot of information, but it isn’t. I will get out and look at the highway between the two towns for them and any side roads. Also, I’ll put this out on the radio for other departments to be on the lookout for. Meanwhile, I suggest you stay where you are if they arrive at your place or call you.

Bill was a nervous wreck. Thoughts raced through his mind of where they could be, what could have happened, and then who could have taken them or could they have been robbed. They could have been running off the road by another driver in a road rage incident. Bill remembered the time he got lost hiking with friends and how much worry it brought his parents. He thought to himself, ‘Payback is hell!’ Exhausted from thinking, Bill yells out loud –

“At least they knew where to start looking for me. I was out hiking, and they had a starting point. Hell, I don’t have a clue where these two old farts are!”

As Nadine was patrolling from the Ninekah Sheriff’s Department heading south toward Corprol, she saw a roadside melon and vegetable sales stand, the type set up to sell from the back of an old truck. She pulled over and talked to the farmer who was selling his goods and asked if he had seen anyone matching the description of Fred and Matilda. 

“Yep, I saw them! They were two feisty people. For their age, I was surprised. 

Nadine surprised that her luck had paid off, asked the farmer what he meant, and he replied –––

“Well, this young guy was here too, and he had one of those cell phones out taking pictures of him and his girlfriend; it could have been his boyfriend. I couldn’t tell by looking. Anyway, he got a picture of the two older people and told them he hoped he and his sweety could be just like them when they got to be antique. And that is when all hell broke loose. The older adults didn’t want those pictures going anywhere. The young couple took off, and the others left behind them. I never saw two older adults driving like that. They were laying rubber.

Nadine called Bill and told him what the farmer told her, and Bill, in a chilling voice, responded,

“Christ, it’s Christmas 2015 all over again. They did the same thing when someone took a photo of them in the background at a convenience store on Christmas Eve of 2015. We saw them again in February. The family of the people who took the photos still hasn’t seen their people. The last report anyone ever heard was that they were trying to outrun an old couple driving a Blue 53 Chevy Coupe.”

Officer Nadine Smith ––– Adam 851 Clear from report at 1700 hours, 15 miles south of Singer, on Highway 41, clear.  

Dispatch to Smith, Affirmative, 1700 hours, KMH 253.

Officer Smith drove to Bill’s home, where she discovered a blue 53 Chevrolet Coupe appearing to stick out of an outbuilding on the property. She went to Bill’s Door and rang the bell. When he answered, she asked if his parents had been in contact. He said they had not. 

Smith asked Bill to walk out and look at the car in the shed, which, to his surprise, was his parents’ vehicle.

How did they get past me? And where are they now?

Fred and Matilda, in their enthusiastic but forgetful state, had indeed managed to return home unnoticed. Bill and Officer Smith, both puzzled and concerned, carefully approached the shed where the car was parked. The vehicle, though covered, was the distinctive blue ’53 Chevrolet Coupe.

“Bill, stay behind me,” 

Officer Smith instructed, her hand resting on her holster just in case.

“Let’s check inside,” Bill suggested.

Together, they slowly lifted the cover off the car, revealing it entirely. The sight brought a mix of relief and confusion to Bill’s face. The vehicle looked unscathed as if a chauffeur had driven the couple from a leisurely trip.

As they peered into the car, they noticed the keys were still in the ignition, and Matilda’s purse was on the passenger seat. But there were no signs of Fred and Matilda themselves.

“Where could they have gone?

 Bill murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

Officer Smith walked around the shed, looking for any further clues. Just then, they heard a faint, familiar sound coming from the back of the house. Following the noise, they discovered Fred and Matilda sitting on a swing in the backyard, calmly chatting and sipping on lemonade.

“Dad! Mom! What on earth happened?” 

Bill exclaimed, running towards them.

Fred looked up, somewhat surprised but pleased to see his son.

“Oh, Bill, there you are! We were wondering when you’d find us.”

With a serene smile, Matilda added,

“We decided to take a little detour to the old farm, but then we thought we’d better come back home when it started getting late. We didn’t want to worry you.”

Torn between relief and frustration, Bill tried to keep his voice steady.

“Why didn’t you call me? We’ve been worried sick!”

Fred scratched his head, looking a bit sheepish.

“Well, son, we did mean to call you, but then Matilda realized she left her phone at home, and mine ran out of battery. By the time we returned, we were so tired we just sat down for a rest.”

Upon witnessing the heartfelt reunion, Officer Smith felt a wave of relief wash over her.

Mr. and Mrs. Roth, it’s good to see you’re both safe. You gave us quite a scare.”

Ever the apologetic, Matilda said,

“We’re sorry, dear. We didn’t mean to cause any trouble. We’ll be more careful next time.”

Fred nodded in agreement.

“Yes, we’ll charge the phone next time and keep it with us.”

Bill sighed deeply, his worry slowly dissipating.

“Just glad you’re both okay. Next time, please, let’s avoid any more detours.”

Fred chuckled. “Deal. How about we all go inside and have some of Matilda’s famous apple pie? It’s been a long day.”

As they walked back into the house, Bill couldn’t help but feel grateful for the small blessings—his parents were safe, and despite their forgetfulness, they still had their spirited sense of adventure. It was another reminder of how precious these moments were, even when they came with a bit of worry.

~ SHARING IN THE PRIDE ~

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LOVE ENDURES THE TEST OF TIME ESPECIALLY DURING A TIME WHEN LOVE COULD BE CHALLENGED

In the vast expanse of the Indian Territory, amidst the rugged terrain and the promise of new beginnings, two souls found each other amidst the chaos of land claims and dreams of prosperity. Vol Wilhelm Groff, a spirited young man with a penchant for adventure, and Joseph McElroy, a quiet and contemplative soul, crossed paths in the unforgiving landscape of Oklahoma in the year 1905.

The Indian Territory was a land of opportunity, where dreams clashed with harsh reality, and where individuals staked their claims in the hopes of carving out a future for themselves. Val and Joseph were among those brave souls, drawn to the promise of a better life on the frontier.

Their meeting was serendipitous, a chance encounter amidst the chaos of land rushes and bustling settlements. Val, with his infectious enthusiasm, captured Joseph’s attention from the moment they first locked eyes. Despite their differences in temperament, they found a deep connection that transcended words.

Val and Joesph
Photo Taken In Okarche Oklahoma

As they worked side by side, staking their claims and building their homesteads from the ground up, their bond grew stronger with each passing day. Amidst the challenges of frontier life, they found solace in each other’s presence, drawing strength from their shared dreams and aspirations.

But theirs was a love that dared not speak its name in the harsh reality of the early 20th century. In a world where societal norms dictated strict conformity, Val and Joseph had to tread carefully, concealing their love from prying eyes.

Yet, despite the obstacles they faced, their love endured, a beacon of hope in a world fraught with uncertainty. Through the trials and tribulations of frontier life, they remained steadfast in their devotion to each other, finding solace in the quiet moments shared beneath the starry Oklahoma sky.

As the years passed and the Indian Territory evolved into the state of Oklahoma, Val and Joseph’s love stood the test of time, a testament to the enduring power of love in the face of adversity. And though their names may have been forgotten by history, their love story lived on, a reminder that true love knows no bounds, not even the vast expanse of the American frontier.