Hello Cuties! I tried a few weeks ago to get participation from you to show your view, from your sewing room. For those few of you who did, I thank you. However, now I want to try this.
Tell how you met or married your spouse.I will start.
Our meeting is nothing spectacular. I am the youngest of three girls. My oldest sister (4 years older) had a date coming and he bought a friend. My middle sister thought she would get the friend, but my oldest sister and I both knew the friend liked me. We dated 2 years and during that time, he was drafted in the Army. He did his basic training (6 weeks) in the state we lived in, but his AIT (8 weeks) was in another state. He was sent home during the 8 weeks for a brief time, because of emergency leave. His brother was not expected to live from an accident, but thankfully did. My guy told me when he came home for the emergency leave, that if his orders were for Vietnam, we would not marry. Sadly, we knew too many weren't coming home again and although he never voiced it, I suppose he didn't want to leave me a widow. His orders were to serve in Germany for 18 months. He had a 2 week leave before going overseas and we married just days into his leave. When he found an available apartment for us, I went to meet him. Our only son Brian was born there and we had 2 daughters, Marsha and Ashley, years after coming home. So we met in 1966, married 1968 and still together today. For our 50th anniversary, I made a quilt for him/us. I embroidered all the white blocks. I put info like his /my parents, grandparents both sides, our siblings (his took 4 blocks as he comes from a family of 12 kids!) our children, when they married, their children dates born, etc. I had a few more blocks that I didn't want to leave just white, so I embroidered when he was drafted and his stations in army on one block, our first address/apartment in Schwabisch Gmund, Germany where we married, and who was present (3 people not counting us), when we each accepted Christ & were baptized, both our retirements, etc. The grown grandchildren and others really enjoyed just 'reading the quilt' at our 50th anniversary party the kids gave us. (quilt is in one of my Sewing post here I think) I guess the most remarkable thing is that I was so young! About 10 years ago, one of my aunts told me something that I felt really good about. She had 2 children both divorced, son more than twice and both my sisters were divorced after years of marriage. The aunt said she would now admit she was one of the ones talked about us, that it would never work, I was too young. She said she was proud of me raising good kids and making a lovely home. I was speechless....(for once!-lol)
Another thing, if you're still reading-lol, I want to say and it is in no way meant to make light of the guys we lost in Vietnam, no way I mean to hurt anyone's feelings. I am so proud of our men and women who served and still serve.
You know with 50 plus years ,you are going to have disagreements or you are not of this world-lol- this is what I told my husband.
'I wonder how many times you wish your orders had been for War?!)-lol-lol just kidding, still love each other!
So what is your story? Please tell us, no matter if you think it is like mine, unremarkable.
Eventually almost ten years later we married, my husband had moved to Wales and I followed and we have been here over 40 years.
I was a teacher and Apple Computer sent a free computer to every school in the USA back in 1971. The computer showed up and I thought I'd better learn about them. I got out the University's class catalog and signed up for Computers, Basic, 101A. When I showed up for class, I found out that "Basics" was the langue to program the computer, not how to use a computer. I stayed in the class as I had already paid for it. My husband was in the class and we started writing programs together. By the time we started dating, I assumed that he was a few years older. It turned out that he thought I was older than I was and I thought he was younger than he was. There was an 18 year difference between us. He had one child and I never wanted children of my own.I was 28 at the time. He was just the perfect man for me that we did marry.
That was 48 years ago. I never regretted having him in my life. He's 92 now and has all the age related problems that go along with that. He needs more health care are and his memory gets confused at times. That is stressful because he's sure what his brain is telling him is right and no amount of logic can persuade him otherwise. But, knew that would happen when I married him. While I'm sure his time with me is running out, we've had a good life I look forward to enjoying what time we have left together however long that may be.
We went out, and then he just kind of disappeared. I did not know at that time just exactly what he did. Well, after a few months he came back, we went out, but he again "disappeared". <br /><br />
I graduated high school, and actually started seeing someone else for a time. Ken came back into the picture, and called me. He came to my college and we went out. Well, he again "disappeared". <br /><br />
During my summer break he called my home, and we met up. I was then working at the local hospital, planning to go into nursing training, and not seeing anyone. I learned that he was possibly discharging from the service. Later in the summer he told me his sisters were coming to Nebraska to drive back with him when he went home, and asked me to go with him.
My parents met his sisters, and agreed to let me go. During this trip to West Virginia, and my visit with his family we decided to get married, but he did not have a job, and I went back to Nebraska, but we kept in contact....this was in 1963. We met in early 1962, and married in 1964. By that time he had gone to Florida, got a job and called and asked my dad to bring me to Florida. We married, and celebrated our 55th anniversary.
Ken has traveled the world in his job in data processing, earned his degrees, and I never learned exactly what he did in the service until much later.
We had 2 girls, both got their educations, and gave us 4 grandchildren. 2 boys, and 2 girls. Now these grands, are giving us our greats....we have 7 so far, and another one due in September. That will give us 5 girls, and 3 boys in the greats....and believe me...this makes it being a great-grandparent the best!
Great love story.
I am not very good with words so unlike all the other descriptions this is short. We both worked in a wonderful hotel by the beach. Me trying to earn enough money to support my 2 children as a divorced and single mom and him supplementing income while starting his business. I first paid attention to him when he put a unruly guest in his place. The guest was very rude towards me. Later he pretended to be my husband. A group of workers would meet after our shifts and stop by at a local pizza place and he was always among them. Evtl we started dating and then he met my children. I used to tease him that he married me because he was in love with my 2 year old daughter and then he became the father figure for my 7 year old son. He was a 36 year old bachelor when he married me and instant fatherhood was not so easy specially when we added twin girls to the mix 2 years later. We were married 34 years when he passed away.
Thanks for this thread - nice learning more about each other!!! Hugs!
I have told this to my kids/grands. I didn't have an outside job at the time that we got a utility bill over half of my husbands monthly paycheck which was not much at that time. I still had other utility bills to pay,house note and food to buy for the month. My oldest said he remembers when I opened the bill, my face turned white. I remember having to sit down, my legs were so weak. My sister had married well and offered to loan us money at the time. I politely refused. My sister told me years later her oldest daughter had wondered why I just didn't take the money/loan. I knew as how as it would be to make it that month it would be even harder to pay back the loan the next month. God provided. We too are blessed and know it and are thankful. We have much love in our home and our hearts.
I met Trev at BHP (Broken Hill Proprietary) which back then was the biggest company in Australia. He was a cadet learning all about the company when the Vietnam war came, but since he was studying at University he was exempted from conscription.
I was 15 when I met him in 1968 and he was 18. I had just left school and got a job at the Lord Mayor's Stock Exchange company. I used to drop off the scripts for all the Stock Exchange companies in Adelaide. He asked me out one day as the lift doors were closing on his floor and I said 'Yes". I fell in love with his beautiful blue eyes and sense of humour. We went out for 4 years and got engaged on Christmas Eve 1970 and were married on January 22nd 1972. We will celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary on 22/1/22. I just love numbers that mean something, don't you? We are still in love with each other and he's one in a million.
We love going away on holidays together and touring the world and once Covid is over plan to visit our favourite country, Italy, at least one more time, then hopefully England and America.
As you know we have 3 children, Ben, Dana and Amy and they have blessed us with 8 grandchildren, 4 boys and 4 girls. Unfortunately Ben is divorced and so is Dana. Amy, Steve, Ophelie and Delphi, plus Maisie are still living with us whilst their new home is being built. We have had the kids come back for one reason or another over the past 6 years or so, but hey, that's what one does as a parent, right?
Thanks for this post Toogie, it's been informative reading everyone's stories. Love and blessings Chris
I too am enjoying hearing from everyone. I feel like we are visiting in Cute’s living room! I even told Caroline to put her feet up!-lol - who is making the coffee?😃
Another airman brought him to my house one night after church to see if I wanted to go get ice cream. Of course! We dated for about a year and he got orders for Tripoli, Libya -- at least it wasn't Vietnam. He asked me to marry him before he left. His tour was supposed to be 18 months, so I went to college. That sure helped pass the time. Lots of letters flew through the mail. We married in March 1970 and we celebrated 51 years this year. He still had 9 months of service left when we married, so we moved to California. I enjoyed my time in Merced, but he hated it. When he went for his "re-up" interview they said he could have a year in his base of choice. "Where then?" he asked. They flipped through his papers and said he hadn't been to Vietnam yet. He got up, scooted his chair in, and left! We headed back to his home state, enrolled in college on the GI bill, and never left the college town we settled in. He spent most of his working years as an insurance adjuster. I stayed home with our children and then worked at the college for 30 years.
We have three grown children and nine grands who all live within 30 minutes of us.
The airman who introduced us also married a girl from my hometown. Together with about 5 other Air Force couples who met at my church, we meet at least once a year for several days in places like Gatlinburg, Tennessee, and Branson, Missouri. We mostly lost track of each other while we were raising families, but are having the best time now that we are all retired.
Your hubby sounded like mine- he liked serving but knew if he re-upped he’d go to Nam. He served his years and got out too. You may want to tell your husband I said he better appreciate you. You had your choice of all those airmen and you chose him!-lol
Several years later a friend asked me if I would go out with a friend of theirs as he needed a partner for a fund rising event. I agreed, but then I panicked tried to phone her and cancel the date. She in her wisdom just knew I would try and get out of it. Well to cut a long story short I went and twelve months later we married. We are still together and he is the best husband and father in the world. We never had any children of our own, my/our two love him to bits and get very annoyed if anyone dares to say "he is their stepfather". We have three grandchildren and two great grand children. Our son married a second time and his wife had a son who is in a relationship and that is how we got our lovely two great grand sons.
I can never remember dates of any kind, even now I have all the special days including birthdays written down so I don't forget. Our grandson still reminds me of his 13 birthday, I could not for the life of me remember if he was 13 or 14, so I just hoped for the best and got him a birthday card with 14 on it. We still laugh about that even all these years later. Where as my darling is the time and date man, good job one of us is otherwise well you know what I mean. LOL
Of course by now you are all wanting to know how long we have been married, just a minute and I will ask my darling. LOL He just looked at me and groaned and said "not again" and we both laughed, good job he loves me. Ok we have been married 45 years and still enjoy each others company, we often go out for a cuppa and chat away to each other, we notice that most times while out other couples just seem to be playing with their mobiles how sad is that.
Now having mention a cuppa we are about to go out for a drive and afternoon tea.
Hope I have not bored you all .
I think you have a wise and caring friend, finding you a great man to love and share your life with. Your children sound so loyal and loving,too. I was happy to read the rest of your ‘story’ and so pleased ‘they lived happily ever after’.
You have not bored me. ❤️Toogie
I first met him when I was 16. He was married to my best friends sister. My group of girl friends had crushes on the cutie, including me. Fast forward 20 or so years.
I was out on the town, with girlfriends at a local bar. The lounge had band and dancing.
A grey hair man came up to me, asked me to dance, I declined with the comment to the girls "I'm not out for that gray hair stuff I'm looking for some young stuff!" He was persistent, asked me again, I accepted.
We danced beautifully together. On the dance floor he told me his name. I told him I knew him from many years ago, we discussed how I knew him. Yes it was Blackie! We married about a year later. For 33 years it was the best years of my life. I still miss and love him. As I am writing this I am getting knots in my stomach, and tears are flowing. Precious memories.
The stories written here are so beautiful, loving and heart warming. I have read them all, thank you Toogie for letting us share our hearts. Hugs and Flowers to all, Suzanna
How I met my darling husband.
My boyfriend of 3 years was struggling with things going on in his life and was rebelling against discipline. I was becoming disenchanted, but read 3 years again. I don't give up easily. He had become friends with a guy that went to the county schools, (we went to city schools) who played guitar. We went to the music store where this handsome fellow worked selling records and teaching guitar lessons one day. I thought he was pretty cool. A couple of days later these two picked me and my girlfriend, Dana up and we went to the beach up on the Tennessee River and spent the day. It was lots of fun and I was getting to know David's friend, Mike. He was funny and joked around with me.
David left home. He was from a wonderful Christian family and I was having a hard time understanding what was going on. David landed at Mike's house. Mike's family took him in. Mike was always no trouble to his parents, and they trusted him.
David was at my house working on his motorcycle in the backyard and Mike called to speak to him. I told him that I would go get David, and Mike said, “hey, if you ever decide to get rid of him, give me call.” I laughed because I was raised that I should NEVER call a boy! Besides he was just teasing me again.
So, David's rebellion turned to me. He started dating other girls. I was done. I went on my merry way, a bit heartbroken, but relieved in a way. Remember I'm not one to give up.
After my dad was killed in car wreck, my mother bought me a car. Her cousin was a used car dealer and talked her into buying me a 1967 Convertible Ford Mustang. Oh, man, did I LOVE her cousin!!!
I was driving from school home and passed Mike going in a different direction across the railroad tracks that ran down the middle of our town. The phone was ringing when I walked in the door. It was Mike. The rest is history. He's been my love for the last 51 years. Through good times and bad times, I've never one single time, held out my hand that he wasn't there to take it. I will love him with my last breath.
It's so interesting looking back at how God uses people (David here) to weave our lives and us into stronger (refining us, such as in sewmadau's case and others) witnesses for Him. He does and will reward us. So glad you have a piece of heaven on earth with Mike!
Glad that you agree, Laura. That car was a Boss!
Tell us how you met your current husband. Is his name Phillip or is that your stepson? I'm so bad with names.