Today, August 1st, is the 48th Anniversary of our marriage. Over the years, we have been a lot of places, seen a lot of things, and done a great many others. Throughout this 48 years, through lean and rich times, good and bad times, and even war times, we’ve remained on an pretty even keel.
As I’ve remarked to a few close friends, I absolutely cannot remember ever having an argument longer than perhaps ten minutes. This is the truth because we decided way back when that we would never go to bed mad at each other. This meant some late night conversations, but we never broke the rule.
Contrary to male stereotypes, I can vividly remember our wedding and who wore what. It was a military wedding actually. My best man was a close friend who had flown back to the States with me from the Azores. We were in uniform. My dad, a Colonel in the Air Force, wore his. My four ushers were from three services: Army, Marine, Air Force. Enlisted men don’t have sword arches, but when we left the ceremony we ran between a file of rice-throwers.
After the reception, we headed out in our trusty little Volkswagen Cabriolet convertible for our honeymoon to the West Coast. Trust me, you really get to know someone when you are in the confines of a small car for thousands of miles. It was a wonderful trip. We even managed to win a little money in Las Vegas. Neither one of us was old enough to go into a casino, but some of the slots were accessible. We did a lot of camping since it was August.
We had a couple of large bumps in our relationship when I went overseas unaccompanied, but when we got together in both the Philippines and Japan we managed to have our two girls. They were seven years apart, but that is a good thing I think because we tended to enjoy them more.
Over the years since I retired from the navy, we bounced around the country and finally settled down here in Ohio. We’ve been here now twenty years and don’t plan to move further. We grow old, but only in years, not in any other way. I still look upon my wife with pleasure when I see her walking towards me. We still jibe at each other playfully, finish each other’s sentences, and drive our kids and grandkids nuts with our offbeat sense of humor.
It’s been a grand tour and here’s hoping it goes on for a lot longer than just 48 years. We’d like to take a good cruise on our 50th, so we have to get ready for that in 2013. If someone back in 1963 had told me that I’d still be married to the same person in 2011 I would have looked askance at them. And, now, here I am.
I love you, Babe.