A short explanation. I have missed posting for 3 weeks. I’ve been slowly getting back to normal from a stomach upset March 15. It seems to take me longer to get OK than it used to.
Friday we’ll quietly celebrate our 61st anniversary. We were married April 17, 1959. How two teenagers had the sense to stick together after riding a Ferris wheel, I’m not sure, but I’m thankful we did. We raised three children and are the proud grandparents of two more.
When we became engaged in September of 1958, my 21st birthday, I heard over and over, “Congratulations. Kenny’s a good man.”
After Ken gave me the diamond, I asked Mom, “How come you let me go out with Ken when you wouldn’t let me go out with the other boys that asked me.”
Her succinct reply, “You finally got out of the bargain basement shopping for boyfriends.”
I have to admit, the “bad boys” held a certain fascination for me before Kenny stole my heart.
Not that there haven’t been times I would get pissed off at the man I live with and wanted to walk out, but where would I go? I had three kids, no job and a mother who told me when I married, “Remember, you can’t come home again.” I had to cool off and straighten things out.
I’m sure there have been times Ken has felt the same way, but he’s a repair man, born during the Great Depression and remembering World War II. His dad taught him, you fix things that aren’t working–not throw them away and get new.
Recently, I’ve had fun watching my granddaughter, Katelyn, prepare for her wedding. The similarities and differences sixty years make are fascinating. I’m happy to see there are still good men–she’s marrying one in the fall.
How did you find true love?