What I'm reading: Dark of Night, by Suzanne BrockmannGroundhog Day isn't a major holiday for most folks. Frankly, here in Florida, six more weeks of winter (our kind of winter) would be nice. Very nice. But it's a special holiday for me and hubby.
Forty years ago, in the parking lot behind the Biology building at UCLA, he proposed. Now, I'm not sure if the one-knee thing was because I was sitting in my car and that was the only way he could make decent eye contact, but he asked. I said, "Yes." We even went to my parents' house and he did the formal, "I'd like to marry your daughter," thing. Survived the third degree -- "How will you support her?" (Remember, 40 years ago things were different--women were just beginning to be 'liberated.) He explained he had $2000 in a savings account, tied up as collateral for the loan on his truck, but he could pay off the truck at any time and untie the funds. And that was good enough for my dad. Then again, the dollar wasn't the same then, either.
I hadn't known him long--we'd met the first day of class when he was the lab TA for a course I had to take for part of my teaching certification. There were 2 other females in the lab section. One was engaged, and the other had a steady boyfriend. Then there was me. Our first "date" was a threesome. He was going to have to lead a field trip to the tidal flats and he wanted to scope it out first (being a non-California guy, he wasn't familiar with the inhabitants of the shore). He invited me and the girl with the steady boyfriend to tag along. I'm still not sure he knew about the guy at this point, but it was anything but a formal date. He dropped her off first. And there it began.
So, met in October, engaged in February, and married in August. Forty years ago. Happy Groundhog Day, hubby. Wanna try for Eighty?
Tomorrow, my guest is Renee Wildes, who's going to talk about choices. Come on back.
7 comments:
Aw - how sweet. Happy engagement anniversary.
Sure, the second 40 is supposed to be easy.
Thanks, Dara -
DKO -- no edits on what I wrote?
I'm betting you never looked at a groundhog the same after that! What a sweet story though. My DH proposed inside a plastic easter egg. What is it with these men and holidays? lol. Have a great one, Terry!
Thanks for stopping by, Drue. The whole proposal thing was kind of spur of the moment; I don't think we realized it was Groundhog Day until after the fact. But we've celebrated ever since.
Didn't make it in time for the Groundhog. I couldn't put down C J Lyons' new novel and then I read a novel by JoAnn Ross. Today was my first email day in a few. I had to comment because you were talking about when you got married. I have you by a couple of years. The 26th of this month I will have been married 44 years. We had been writing for about seven months or so while I was in Vietnam. We got married two days after I met her in person.
Ray
Ray, you're forgiven for being late if you're reading. Especially books by guest blogging authors.
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