The year was…

Screen Shot 2017-08-17 at 8.45.00 PM.png1963. It was January and my junior year at TCU when he walked into my life. In between working for the Dean of Women like I had since I started at TCU and going to my classes, there was usually a bridge game in progress in the Student Center, and I was always up for playing bridge. I probably had as many if not more male friends in college as i had girl friends, but that was it so far; the guys were just friends. Then all of a sudden a mystery man began appearing as a kibitzer at the table when I was playing bridge, and if he could he’d position himself on either side of me to watch me play. My buddies knew him though I’d never seen him before, but I took a liking to him very quickly. He had a great sense of humor, was nice looking and charming, and if I got up from the table to go get food or a coke or cigarettes, he’d jump up and go get them for me. Then one day when I came into the Student Center after class looking to play some bridge before going to work, he and my other male friends were playing pinochle, a game which I had not yet learned how to play. After I voiced my disappointment, I added that perhaps I’d go on to work. But he asked me to come sit by him saying that he would teach me how to play. So I did and he did and before long we became relatively inseparable, but he still had not asked me out on a date. In addition to playing cards with my friends and I, he would go to the library with me when I needed to study. Then one day as I was getting up to leave, I asked him if he wanted to come home to dinner with me. Since I didn’t live in the dorms, Mom picked me up every afternoon when my parent’s business closed at 6. Mom was a great cook and James instantly fell in love with her cooking, especially her mashed potatoes. So, soon he was also joining me for dinner several days a week. Then at last in May we began to date. By early June we’d gotten engaged, and on August 17th of 1963, that same summer. we got married. Yes, it was a whirlwind romance which is not always a good idea, and we have had some good-sized bumps to get over along the way, but today we are celebrating our 54th wedding anniversary. We were friends back then and we are friends now even though we are both first born children who lock horns over things from time to time. One of the biggest problem is that since he is 7 years older than I, James seems to think that allows him to be the “boss of everything.” So I have to remind him frequently that I too have a degree from the same university he does and that I’m a certified and experienced educator capable of managing large numbers of students and varied subject matters. It doesn’t change his demeanor or bossiness much, but what are ya gonna do?!

The young married couple after being joined together, built a life and 9 years later brought a baby girl into the world. She too grew up and got married and now is raising 3 children of her own.

Screen Shot 2017-08-17 at 8.50.43 PM.pngAnd James and Natalie who are growing older and older together are once again on their own.

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**Photo at top on left of me was taken by a Polaroid camera. They were convenient and fast but the images didn’t last so well.

48 thoughts on “The year was…

  1. Happy anniversary to you both. Beautiful couple and I agree 1963 was the best year ever. I was born in that year. lol Hope your day was filled with love, joy and happiness not only on this day but throughout the year. Stay well

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  2. This was so much fun to read! I love the hair styles and clothes, and how you were friends first, and reading about locking horns from time to time and how you deal with that, but you still love each other and 54 YEARS! Happy Anniversary!

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