When I met my future wife it was love at first sight. It was at that moment that I wanted to marry her and share my life.
In the 1950’s the days before the super highway, some friends and myself were going to South Haven, Michigan, the Miami Beach of that era. It was a ride from hell between Chicago to Michigan. Later with better highways it became a 3 hour ride. Very manageable.
Now after a couple of days my friends and I were running out of money. As teenagers we were looking for ways to mooch a meal. We knew a girl who stayed at a local resort with her parents. So off we went hoping for a free meal. We never got the meal but she asked if we wanted to meet her cousin. The other two wanted to leave but, on my request they didn’t. And then I was introduced to my future wife.
As they said in the Godfather saga the lightning bolt hit me. Intimidated by her, the first dumb words out of my mouth were “I don’t like your hair." A no no. She responded with “it’s too bad."
The next day we met her walking near the resort and I asked my friend to pull over so I could talk to her. This time I didn’t fumble too much. We were all hanging out at the exquisite white sandy beaches of So Haven. Did she want to come along. She said no, that she had a cold. Then I asked if she would care to go a movie sometime and she said yes. I could have danced all night.
Of course, other than falling in love, I knew very little about her. So we were married in 1953 and our journey through life began. In a previous story I shared with you our wedding day when everything that could go wrong did go wrong. But we survived. Shortly after we married we realized what untapped talent she had. She was brilliant. Very motivated and had an innate ability to analyze what people were saying. She also had the ability to talk about the future in a distinct, almost prescient understanding.
My magnificent wife was the sparkplug of our family and a great motivator not only to me but our children. She was also an independent woman long before the word feminism entered our language. She was one of the early pioneers of a newspaper owned by women, written by woman and about the disparity between men and women in the work place. The paper was appropriately named SHE, serving human equality.
Those were the days before computers and she had to print the paper the old fashioned way .That meant many a night proofreading the type on galley sheets and then cutting and pasting by hand. Then the newspapers hit the stands. It opened the door to a new side of life. It afforded her and her partner the opportunity to meet the shakers and makers of our American system including Roslyn Carter, America’s first lady.
Now her brilliance and the shining light with everyone that knew her are stilled by the passage of time. August 16th would have been her 79th birthday and we celebrate it with love and devotion to person who lit up our lives and the lives she touched. We are still celebrating with joy for the love and friendship she gave me.
She gave birth to three children who eventually gave birth to six grandchildren and two great grandsons. They were all born during her lifetime and she was able to bless them.
That was the only memory that lit up my eyes like neon lights. And I hope her story would light up your eyes. 30 my love…You know what that means.
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