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He was standing in the doorway of Mrs. O’Neill’s counseling office looking for all the world like he should have been out in a field on a tractor somewhere. Wearing coveralls and heavy boots, he stuck out like the proverbial sore thumb in the admissions office. I wondered where he’d come from. He looked up to find me gawking at him then moved quickly into her small room as she closed the door. Arms full of file folders, I sauntered by and stole a quick peek through the glass. There was a girl with him. She looked to be about my age. Maybe he was playing chauffeur.
I was more than a little surprised then when the door opened again and Mrs. O’Neill came out asking for TWO entrance packets. Really? BOTH of them, I thought, peering beyond her at the two “country bumpkins” sitting in her office. I have no clue what look registered on my face just then, but I did feel a red tide creep up my neck into my cheeks. I turned away quickly to fetch the packets.
From my seat at the admissions desk I could easily see him. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere but stuck in that tiny office with Mrs. O’Neill and his wife? No wedding ring. Turned out to be his sister.
His name was Arnold. His sister was Sharlene. When they had gone with Mrs. O’Neill to see the campus (and I use THAT term loosely), I looked over their class schedules. Mr. Executive? Seriously? I shook my head. It was very clear to me at that moment that he certainly wouldn’t fit in that preppy finishing class for men. He’d never make it, I thought, until a year later when he walked me down the hall at the hospital the night before I had my gall bladder out. He said goodbye at the elevator door, stepped in, then stepped quickly back out and planted a hurried and NOT well aimed kiss on my unprepared lips before jumping back through the closing door.
Turned out not only had he made it through a year of business school and a men’s fashion class, he’d also made it into my heart. And one year later we made it official. That was 45 years ago on the 21st of this month. 😀
There! For those of you who have asked a couple times how his lordship and I met, now you know the rest of the story!!! 😉
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It’s been a few weeks since I’ve done one of Harula’s Wednesday Writer’s Wells. The prompts have been working with poetry and I TOTALLY suck at that! This week’s prompt, however, was “It was the first time…”
…I’d gone a vacation without his lordship and the kids.
…I’d taken an actual writing class.
…I’d flown on a plane.
…I’d met our new daughter,
…I’d met my husband.
I had this one covered! 😀
eliza rudolf said:
Well ✒ penned😄
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calensariel said:
Thanks so much, Eliza. I appreciate your stopping by and commenting. 🙂
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eliza rudolf said:
Yr welcome..😄
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Soul Gifts said:
Happy anniversary to you and Drollery ! Us olds tough it out for the long haul 🙂
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calensariel said:
I think maybe our generation didn’t see relationships as disposable like it seems folks do now. And we made a pact that we’d never use the “D” word, so we HAD to learn how to get along, even in the bad times!!! 😉
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Soul Gifts said:
Too right! It’s the tought times that make a relationship strong.
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LuAnne Holder said:
What a lovely story, Lady C. And you tell it so well. You made me smile this evening.
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calensariel said:
I’m glad it made you smile. And he’s just as goofy now as he was back then. LOL
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Denzil said:
45 years! Congratulations! A lovely story.
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calensariel said:
Hi Denzil! Just recommended your blog to Denise over at My Life in Retirement (http://msdeniseh553.blogspot.com/). It’s very similar to hers. Thought she’d really like it. Nice to see you. 🙂
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Denzil said:
Thanks Calensariel, will check it out.
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amileinmyshoes said:
What a lovely account of your first meeting and congratulations on your anniversary. We were 13 years married last week – a way to go to get to 45 years!
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calensariel said:
Hey girl! Was wondering where you’d gotten to. I hope the dust is settling after the last few months with your hubby’s mum. So good to see you. And congrats on 13. Heck! That’s a record these days! 🙂
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amileinmyshoes said:
Thanks. I’ve been holidaying in Spain and back to normality now.
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calensariel said:
So glad you enjoyed yourself. (Just read your last post…) 🙂
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christineocheallaigh said:
What an awesome story! Mine’s nowhere near as colorful (we met at a school lock-in my freshman year, he was a senior). 45 years, wow! That’s quite an accomplishment! My in-laws were married for over 46 years when she passed away, my grandparents made it 46 and a half years as well, and one of my grandfather’s uncles and his wife were married for over 60 years when the uncle finally passed away. Young people today (my generation included) just don’t know what “commitment” is anymore. Happy early anniversary, and may you have many more together! 😀
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calensariel said:
Thank you, Christine. Seems like it’s been a long, long time! LOL But it’s sure been worth all the ups and downs. 🙂
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