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MY 3rd BLOG
- By Jackie Commissar
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- 11 Nov, 2018
4 ENGAGEMENTS AND A WEDDING!
HI, TO ALL MY LOVELY BLOGGER FRIENDS, here I am again Glam Gran travelling entrepreneur blogger... GGB!!
So where were we? Oh yes, the story of the 4 engagements!
Well Tony Commissar, my dear husband, was and still is, never able to make a decision, and after the first unromantic proposal in 1966 my happiness lasted for just a few weeks when I noticed Tony becoming withdrawn and un-commutative, and our relationship seemed to have lost its sparkle.
After consistently asking him what was wrong he finally admitted that he had changed his mind about wanting to marry me and actually said he didn't love me anymore! Bastard you say eh? Yep!
So, heartbroken I stupidly gave him back the beautiful large diamond ring he had bought me and shed more tears than I had hot dinners.
My friends and family tried to console me but I was inconsolable. My poor parents had seen me transformed from a happy smiling girl excited for the future, into a snivelling wreck!
Within weeks he was back telling me he did love me after all and was sorry, and within a few months, we were once again engaged and I was presented with my 2nd ring!
OK, I know what your thinking, but remember I was 16yrs old and I believed him!
I am not sure how long it took for him to change his mind again and for me to give him back the 2nd ring, but by that time I was 17yrs old and a little more 'savvy'.
I decided to go away on a holiday to Israel with a friend and whilst there I met another boy who I had a wonderful holiday romance with.
Tony Commissar was now not an option, I wasn't going to let him hurt me again.
Arriving back at the airport after this fabulous holiday Tony was waiting for me to tell me he loved me and wanted me back. I told him in no uncertain terms that the answer was no, and then months followed with him trying to pursue me. I managed to resist his advances and started a relationship with another guy who was a mutual friend of both Tony & I.
So here I was still writing love letters to my holiday boyfriend and going out on dates with my English beau!
Tony persisted to try and get me back sending love letters and trying to phone me, but I was having too good a time and wasn't prepared to have my heart broken again. This continued until I was 18yrs old and by this time my parents had moved to a small apartment after my sister had married and moved to Canada to live.
I was now a successful hairdresser still working for 'Hair by Paul' and building up a full clientele.
My sister and her husband had settled happily in Toronto Canada and my parents and I decided to immigrate there and follow in their footsteps. I managed to obtain a working visa and my parents were later to get theirs and move from the UK to live in Canada in the 70's.
My dad as a London cabbie wanted desperately to move to another country, they weren't able to get a working visa so they came with me for a trip to visit my sister. My dad didn't give up, he was determined to live in Canada near to his other daughter and new grandchild, so when he heard that Canada was offering amnesty for illegal immigrants, he took himself off to the Canadian embassy and told them he had been living there illegally and they offered him a working visa!
You will notice from my blogs that I am a product of my dad! He started life all over again in Canada in 1970, then again in Florida in the '80s when my sister moved to Miami. Each time he studied to learn to be a real estate agent and passed his exams when he was in his 60's. He then went on to open 2 companies in Miami before he retired at 70 and sold them both.
When the time came for us to leave to go to Canada where I was to live, Tony Commissar turned up at the airport unexpectedly to tell me how much he loved me and that he didn't want me to leave! I left heartbroken again, and spent a miserable 3 months working in Toronto in hairdressing with my sister until Tony sent me a plane ticket to come back with the promise that 'this was it' he was sure!
Mmmmm... yes I know what your thinking, a glutton for punishment!
With my 3rd engagement ring and a promise of a wedding finally, we continued to date, and life went on with us socialising with mostly Tony's friends, who are still our friends after all these years. I did, however, make sure that I kept my closest friends to my heart and one of them who went through all my heartache with me is still my dearest friend of over 50 yrs to this day.
Well, that didn't last because, yes you guessed it, Tony changed his mind again!!! Argh!! November 1969 the 3rd engagement was OFF!
Yes, I know what your thinking, what a fool I was, why did I keep going back for more.
You will realise when you read my blogs that I need a challenge in life, and boy this was one hell of a challenge! Did I love him? who knows. Any regrets, you ask... Yes, I should have kept all the rings!
Xmas 1969 came and my parents had gone away for a holiday. I was alone in the apartment when the doorbell went and there was a tiny Yorkshire Terrier puppy on the doorstep in a basket. Behind him was Tony begging me to let him in.
So I once again couldn't resist him and fell into his arms to accept his 4th proposal, another beautiful ring followed!
My poor parents arrived back from their trip to find a dog and a daughter who was getting married AGAIN!
We started to make plans and set the wedding date for 31st May 1970, but 6 weeks before the wedding Tony changed his mind again!
This time I slammed the door in his face and told him I never wanted to see him again, but once again you guessed it, he came back 2 weeks later with a box of invitations for the wedding.
We were finally going to tie the knot!
Friends and family turned up at our wedding with their fingers crossed on the 31st May 1970 to witness our wedding.
We both say to this day that we didn't know if we were doing the right thing but the universe had decided we should be a partnership.
My husband today (48yrs later) is my soul mate, my best friend, and the most wonderful father and grandfather there is, even though he made it clear that he didn't want to have children! GUESS WHO WON THAT ONE.
WHAT A LUCKY MAN EH???
Check out my next blog!
So where were we? Oh yes, the story of the 4 engagements!
Well Tony Commissar, my dear husband, was and still is, never able to make a decision, and after the first unromantic proposal in 1966 my happiness lasted for just a few weeks when I noticed Tony becoming withdrawn and un-commutative, and our relationship seemed to have lost its sparkle.
After consistently asking him what was wrong he finally admitted that he had changed his mind about wanting to marry me and actually said he didn't love me anymore! Bastard you say eh? Yep!
So, heartbroken I stupidly gave him back the beautiful large diamond ring he had bought me and shed more tears than I had hot dinners.
My friends and family tried to console me but I was inconsolable. My poor parents had seen me transformed from a happy smiling girl excited for the future, into a snivelling wreck!
Within weeks he was back telling me he did love me after all and was sorry, and within a few months, we were once again engaged and I was presented with my 2nd ring!
OK, I know what your thinking, but remember I was 16yrs old and I believed him!
I am not sure how long it took for him to change his mind again and for me to give him back the 2nd ring, but by that time I was 17yrs old and a little more 'savvy'.
I decided to go away on a holiday to Israel with a friend and whilst there I met another boy who I had a wonderful holiday romance with.
Tony Commissar was now not an option, I wasn't going to let him hurt me again.
Arriving back at the airport after this fabulous holiday Tony was waiting for me to tell me he loved me and wanted me back. I told him in no uncertain terms that the answer was no, and then months followed with him trying to pursue me. I managed to resist his advances and started a relationship with another guy who was a mutual friend of both Tony & I.
So here I was still writing love letters to my holiday boyfriend and going out on dates with my English beau!
Tony persisted to try and get me back sending love letters and trying to phone me, but I was having too good a time and wasn't prepared to have my heart broken again. This continued until I was 18yrs old and by this time my parents had moved to a small apartment after my sister had married and moved to Canada to live.
I was now a successful hairdresser still working for 'Hair by Paul' and building up a full clientele.
My sister and her husband had settled happily in Toronto Canada and my parents and I decided to immigrate there and follow in their footsteps. I managed to obtain a working visa and my parents were later to get theirs and move from the UK to live in Canada in the 70's.
My dad as a London cabbie wanted desperately to move to another country, they weren't able to get a working visa so they came with me for a trip to visit my sister. My dad didn't give up, he was determined to live in Canada near to his other daughter and new grandchild, so when he heard that Canada was offering amnesty for illegal immigrants, he took himself off to the Canadian embassy and told them he had been living there illegally and they offered him a working visa!
You will notice from my blogs that I am a product of my dad! He started life all over again in Canada in 1970, then again in Florida in the '80s when my sister moved to Miami. Each time he studied to learn to be a real estate agent and passed his exams when he was in his 60's. He then went on to open 2 companies in Miami before he retired at 70 and sold them both.
When the time came for us to leave to go to Canada where I was to live, Tony Commissar turned up at the airport unexpectedly to tell me how much he loved me and that he didn't want me to leave! I left heartbroken again, and spent a miserable 3 months working in Toronto in hairdressing with my sister until Tony sent me a plane ticket to come back with the promise that 'this was it' he was sure!
Mmmmm... yes I know what your thinking, a glutton for punishment!
With my 3rd engagement ring and a promise of a wedding finally, we continued to date, and life went on with us socialising with mostly Tony's friends, who are still our friends after all these years. I did, however, make sure that I kept my closest friends to my heart and one of them who went through all my heartache with me is still my dearest friend of over 50 yrs to this day.
Well, that didn't last because, yes you guessed it, Tony changed his mind again!!! Argh!! November 1969 the 3rd engagement was OFF!
Yes, I know what your thinking, what a fool I was, why did I keep going back for more.
You will realise when you read my blogs that I need a challenge in life, and boy this was one hell of a challenge! Did I love him? who knows. Any regrets, you ask... Yes, I should have kept all the rings!
Xmas 1969 came and my parents had gone away for a holiday. I was alone in the apartment when the doorbell went and there was a tiny Yorkshire Terrier puppy on the doorstep in a basket. Behind him was Tony begging me to let him in.
So I once again couldn't resist him and fell into his arms to accept his 4th proposal, another beautiful ring followed!
My poor parents arrived back from their trip to find a dog and a daughter who was getting married AGAIN!
We started to make plans and set the wedding date for 31st May 1970, but 6 weeks before the wedding Tony changed his mind again!
This time I slammed the door in his face and told him I never wanted to see him again, but once again you guessed it, he came back 2 weeks later with a box of invitations for the wedding.
We were finally going to tie the knot!
Friends and family turned up at our wedding with their fingers crossed on the 31st May 1970 to witness our wedding.
We both say to this day that we didn't know if we were doing the right thing but the universe had decided we should be a partnership.
My husband today (48yrs later) is my soul mate, my best friend, and the most wonderful father and grandfather there is, even though he made it clear that he didn't want to have children! GUESS WHO WON THAT ONE.
WHAT A LUCKY MAN EH???
Check out my next blog!
AT LAST! MAY 31ST 1970 WE FINALLY TIE THE KNOT
FOO'S FOAMING HAND SANITISER ARRIVES IN THE UK!! Foo has arrived to help children and their families to stay safe while the pandemic continues to blight our lives
2020...a year never to be forgotten! So many celebrations cancelled, life changed completely for us all.
We totally WOW'D them modelling fabulous outfits while we were 'strutting our stuff' down the catwalk at our charity event raising money for GT Ormond Street Children's
Hospital Charity.
