Here's anther short story I conjured up about my Grandmother on my Moms side of the family.

Jean fell in love with the handsome, red haired young flirt at youth group. Jean was attending a young peoples group at her church, Elfinwild Presbyterian Church in Glenshaw, when she spotted Kirk McCabe. Kirk seemed a bit wild to her, showing up with different girls and guys each week. She thought he’d never look at her. And besides, she was still planning to marry a tall, dark and handsome doctor. She hadn’t found that doctor yet, but she was attending Pittsburgh Women’s College to become a nurse or a lab technician.
The sight of blood made her sick and the tall dark and handsome doctor was replaced with a slender, medium height, blue eyed, red headed outgoing man. Jean and Kirk became an item very quickly, falling in love practically overnight. Kirk was used to going out with gals who were beauty queens and socialites. He’d never before met one quite like Jean. She was tall and slender, had a sparkle in her eyes and a certain whimsy that he found irresistible.
It was during World War Two that they met. Like most red blooded Americans, Kirk signed up for Officers Training School in the US Army. Off he went to training, and back Jean went to school, but they never forgot each other. They began writing letters and those quickly turned in to love letters. One time when he was home on leave, Kirk proposed to Jean. She accepted and they were married in early November in Elfinwild Church. Jean wore a candlelight satin gown. It had a sweetheart neck, a dropped waist, long sleeves that came to points on her hands and a long cathedral length train. They were married by candlelight and held a reception afterwards in her parent’s home.
They went on their honeymoon to a place in Texas called Palacios. Jeannie expected it to be very romantic, from the sounds of the name of the town. Well, it ended up being called ‘palashis’, no romance there, in a single room with a cot and a light bulb hanging from a wire in the center of the room. Still, when Kirk returned to the army base he’d managed to put Jean in a state of ‘motherliness’ and so she had to quit school and prepare to make a home. Kirk had been exposed to radio active materials. At the time the thinking was that it would make a man sterile, so they hadn’t bothered to be cautious on their honeymoon.
Eventually over the next few months, with a few visits home, Kirk was given leave to see his firstborn arrive. I only know that while he’d been gone Jean had noticed some changes in her body. Things just didn’t feel right. A trip to the doctor confirmed her concerns and she discovered the baby had died at some point around six months or so. He wanted her to carry it to term, so she sadly went through a few more months and gave birth to a tiny, underdeveloped baby, not breathing. The doctors at the hospital gave it some kind of horrible name like an ensephalahydric monster. That name described a baby that had a gap between the spine and the brain, leaving the brain undeveloped, but with water around it making it too large. They did name that little unborn girl. She was Mary. That was it. Kirk went off to Germany to continue fighting against the Nazi’s and Jean waited for his return, living at home with her parents.