My First and only Teen Age Love, the most beautiful girl I had ever met ! And in my heart I loved her with all that was in my being!
FRANCES QUEEN, the "ANGLE" (sic) and TEEN AGE LOVE
During the wonderful years of the mid 1950s, the church I attended, Emerald Avenue Presbyterian Church, sponsored a Westminster Youth Fellowship group. I was very active and attended this group religiously. I also taught Sunday School to teenagers, sang in the church choir and did any other function to accentuate the church and my spiritual life.
Attending the meetings of our youth group, Westminster Youth Fellowship, was a young lady of immense beauty. Absolutely the most creamy delicious complexion, eyes that would mesmerize any young man who gazed deep into those brilliant orifices for any period of time. I gazed, I became mesmerized.
Her hair crowned her impeccable beauty, absolutely unsurpassed in the annals of female pulchritude. I was in love!
One particular Friday Night, after a Youth Fellowship event, Frances Queen allowed me, "she allowed me" to walk her home. Great God in Heaven, Jesus, Savior of the Universe, in all things good and great, “I was walking “Queenie” home. There is no way that the English Language can correctly place parts of speech to even begin to illustrate the feeling I had within my entire being that Friday Night. (A Most Special Night).
After having seen Frances, (we all called her Queenie) to her door, I raced home to begin my writing of the famous "first love letter" to the girl of my dreams. My Angle (sic). Feverishly, I created the letter and expounded my feelings and my love for this lovely maiden. A young lady, of whom I never thought possible, I could ever have the opportunity to spend time alone.
Too impatient to wait until the following Monday to post the letter through the United States Postal Service, I raced late that night back to “Queenie’s” door and placed the letter in a position whereby, when the door was opened, the letter would be visible and attainable.
Never did I realize Frances Queen’s mother would be the opener of the door. Never did I realize Frances Queen’s mother would read my “so personal” letter to the young lady of my heart. Never did I realize Frances Queen’s mother would be the first person to know all that was within my heart, mind and soul. Never would I have thought as the excellent speller of English Words that I was, that in my haste to write a love letter to my dearest Frances Queen, in the heat of passion at age 16, never would I have realized I would misspell “Angel” and substitute the most precious of adjectives to describe this most blessed damsel as an “Angle”.
God, I never knew that I had blown any and all chances of ever walking her home again, but that is just what I did. My mother, Mary Lee Adams McClurkan would never have allowed a relationship to take place with any young lady and her son, and neither was Frances Queen’s mother going to allow her lovely daughter to be placed in the perilous position of being cared about and loved by the likes of me, especially since I called her daughter an “angle”!
Attending the meetings of our youth group, Westminster Youth Fellowship, was a young lady of immense beauty. Absolutely the most creamy delicious complexion, eyes that would mesmerize any young man who gazed deep into those brilliant orifices for any period of time. I gazed, I became mesmerized.
Her hair crowned her impeccable beauty, absolutely unsurpassed in the annals of female pulchritude. I was in love!
One particular Friday Night, after a Youth Fellowship event, Frances Queen allowed me, "she allowed me" to walk her home. Great God in Heaven, Jesus, Savior of the Universe, in all things good and great, “I was walking “Queenie” home. There is no way that the English Language can correctly place parts of speech to even begin to illustrate the feeling I had within my entire being that Friday Night. (A Most Special Night).
After having seen Frances, (we all called her Queenie) to her door, I raced home to begin my writing of the famous "first love letter" to the girl of my dreams. My Angle (sic). Feverishly, I created the letter and expounded my feelings and my love for this lovely maiden. A young lady, of whom I never thought possible, I could ever have the opportunity to spend time alone.
Too impatient to wait until the following Monday to post the letter through the United States Postal Service, I raced late that night back to “Queenie’s” door and placed the letter in a position whereby, when the door was opened, the letter would be visible and attainable.
Never did I realize Frances Queen’s mother would be the opener of the door. Never did I realize Frances Queen’s mother would read my “so personal” letter to the young lady of my heart. Never did I realize Frances Queen’s mother would be the first person to know all that was within my heart, mind and soul. Never would I have thought as the excellent speller of English Words that I was, that in my haste to write a love letter to my dearest Frances Queen, in the heat of passion at age 16, never would I have realized I would misspell “Angel” and substitute the most precious of adjectives to describe this most blessed damsel as an “Angle”.
God, I never knew that I had blown any and all chances of ever walking her home again, but that is just what I did. My mother, Mary Lee Adams McClurkan would never have allowed a relationship to take place with any young lady and her son, and neither was Frances Queen’s mother going to allow her lovely daughter to be placed in the perilous position of being cared about and loved by the likes of me, especially since I called her daughter an “angle”!
The following is a "takeoff) on Tom T. Hall's song: "Pamela Brown".
"However, I’m the guy who didn’t marry pretty Frances Queen, educated well intentioned good girl in our city. I wonder where I’d be today if she had loved me too. Probably be driving grandkids to school.
Yes, I guess I owe it all to Frances Queen, all of my good times and all my roaming around. One of these days I might come rambling through your city and I guess I owe it all to Frances Queen.
I’ve seen the lights of cities and I’ve been inside their doors, I’ve sailed to foreign countries and I’ve walked upon their shores, I guess the guy she married was the best part of my luck, I think he had a steamer trunk full of Federal Bucks.
I really guess I owe it all to Frances Queen, all of my good times and all of my roaming around, and I guess I owe it all to Frances Queen.
I don’t have to tell you just how beautiful she was, everything it takes to get a teenage boy in love; Lord I hope she found happiness, because she deserves to be, especially for what she did for me.
And I guess I owe it all to Frances Queen, all my good times and all my roaming around, I guess I owe it all to Frances Queen."
I heard from Frances Queen during my sixth decade of life, (gosh isn’t the internet great)? She came to visit my wife and me, she is just as beautiful today as she was in the 1950s, and I guess I owe it all to Frances Queen, most beautiful “Angel” that I had ever seen…..see I got it right this time, I learned how to spell “Angel”!
Thanks Frances, for having given me some of the most wonderful thoughts and dreams and having shared my life as a teenager in the Windy City.
