My parents met on my mother’s first day of work for the Lincoln American Life Insurance Company in Memphis, Tennessee, somewhere around 1965. The story of their first meeting – literally the first time they laid eyes on each other and spoke to one another – has a little bit of fame in my family. Eyebrows raise, smiles slide across faces, sometimes there’s a little side-eye or maybe a little sneer whenever The Elevator Story is mentioned. I am fuzzy on details and the order of events but basically, there was some flirting – Daddy was being a little mannish and Mommy was being a little fast – and then we jump to a courtship, marriage, and the pleasant surprise that was me.
For me, my parents’ meet-cute is the height of romance. And I cannot tell you how happy I am that the building where they met has been declared an Historical Landmark and they have preserved the look of the elevator lobby. I feel like I get to go back to the moment in history where I first became a possibility whenever I want! For others, my parents’ meeting was not so much romantic as it was destructive.
My mother was the first Black woman hired in a professional position at Lincoln American. My father already worked there, but in a professional role. My father saw her in the lobby on her first day and got into the elevator with her. Some of the flirting involved my mother declaring that all the handsome men are already married when she noticed his wedding ring. I remember what my father’s response was to that but whatever it was, a relationship started pretty quickly between the two and the idea of his already being married became an inconvenience to deal with many years later.
My parents worked together in the same building and saw each other on weekdays. They started spending lunch hours together and they were so in love they didn’t need food – they literally made out on a bench for their lunch hour somewhere around Court Square park. They wrote letters to each other that my father kept in a box that I was never allowed to see.
My father was diagnosed with colon cancer sometime during their on-again-off-again courtship. This marked a crossroads in my parents’ lives and is one of the milestones that affected their families’ lives. The short of it is that mommy was concerned for her man and wanted to be with him and take care of him while my father’s wife and children believed this was a time for family, of which she was not.
Somewhere in this mix other people became concerned when they knew my parents were pursuing a serious romantic relationship which was no secret to anyone after this event. My mother’s grandfather thought he was a dirty old man. Maybe because my father was closer in age to my great-grandfather than to my mother. Maybe because he was married with grown children, the oldest very close in age to my mother. My father’s church had reservations about his ministry, particularly with his choice to recuperate at home with my mother. Some of my father’s nephews and brothers were disappointed but were able to come around to his side very quickly.
But getting back to the fairy-tale, they had so much love between them that they shared a special hug and the love overflowed into a baby. Daddy had to get divorced and married pretty quickly. And on May 27, 1976, my mother went to work Donna Maria Thomas and returned from lunch as Donna Maria Walker. They went to the courthouse on their lunch hour and got married. They moved into a little red house in Whitehaven and had a little baby girl.
I’ve always believed my parents were soulmates. A lot of people think I feel that way because they were my parents. And several people cite the unhappy days of their marriage as proof they weren’t really in love. But I was there for the little things. It’s sometimes in the way a person says your name – that’s often the first time I realize when someone is in love. It’s always in the eyes – even when you are so pissed that you don’t want to look at them, when you lock eyes with your forever person, for a moment nothing else matters. And when you have so much love that it pours over and makes a baby, you spend time pointing out the things in that baby that belong to the both of you, admiring what your love has made. I believe that with therapy and patience everyone would have believed that they were truly meant to be just as I do.
I am Regina Lynette 