A time to be thankful


A friend of mine asked me a couple of days ago, “Do you have your Christmas shopping done yet?”  I replied, “I sure do, and tomorrow I am going to shop for my wife.”  A little humor there, but in reality I am thankful for my wife, Ann.  She has put up with a lot of stuff from me in our 52 years of marriage.

It all started those 52 years ago, of course.   I am going to relate this story because I was inspired by this story http://threestatesplusone.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-things-to-be-grateful-for.html.  It was written by my friend, Toby, up there in Maine.  His story is about how he met his then wife-t0-be on line.  A great read.  Just click on that link, then come back and catch the rest of my story.

My story is similar except it was done the old-fashioned way, i.e. thru the United States Postal Service.  Now how can that be, you may ask.  Well, it all started 52 years ago, as I said before.

I was 23, and in the Air Force stationed at Ardmore AFB, Oklahoma.  I was dating a few local girls off and on, plus writing to a few girls.  Ann, age 19, had moved to Muskegon, Michigan,  from Beulah, Michigan.  Beulah is 150 miles north of Muskegon, and famous for the annual Smelt run in the creek that runs through town.  You can dip the Smelt out of the creek by the bucket full, literally.  I know, because I”ve done it.

Anyway, the reason for her moving to my hometown of Muskegon, was to go to business school there.  With a stroke of luck, for me, anyway, was that she rented a room on the second floor of my grandma’s house.  Now, my 80 year old grandma wished to be a match-maker, so she wrote me that I should write to this cute girl that was living upstairs.   She may also have said that she had great legs, but I don’t remember that for sure.  🙂

I dropped her a line.  It must have been a great line because she answered me immediately.  Curious, I guess.  That was on March 21, 1958.  I answered her, she answered me, I answered her, etc., etc.  I think that within a month or less, we were writing everyday.  I had dropped dating the local girls and destroyed my mailing list.  Well, we really got to know each other through these daily letters.  About two months later,and I don’t remember this important date, but I wrote and asked her to marry me.  Five days later I got the answer.  “Bob, I don’t know how to tell you this”…………(Uh Oh, what’s this)……..”but I’d be honored to be your wife”.

Oh, my God, what do I do now??  🙂

I thought I had better call her so we could talk and set a date.  This was going to be really something, because I had never talked to her in person, nor of course, had I ever seen her.  She had previously sent me two pictures, (Yes, she did have great legs).  I sent her a bunch of me, ‘cuz I wanted for her to see what she was getting into.

Problem.  My grandma didn’t have a phone.  Ann didn’t have a car.  I called my Dad, asked him to go pick up Ann, bring him home, and I would call back later.  Talk about awkward.  My folks had one phone and it sat on a litle stand right next to my Dad’s favorite armchair. 

Now, before I called, I went over the calendar so I could check out when I would be getting paid, etc., so I could afford to come home to get married.  I had decided that August 18, 1958 would be a good date.  I would get paid on Friday morning, then I could take a Greyhoud bus and meet her at the bus station on Saturday.

So I made the call.  She thought that the plan was great.  That way, people wouldn’t think we were rushing into it.  Yeah, right…..  She said that she would line up the church, the preacher, etc., and every thing that goes with a wedding.

So during tht two and a half months interim, we just wrote more letters.  At one point I though I would try to fly home one weekend.  It would be a tight schedule, and I would probably be able to just meet for an hour or two before I would try to fly back.  My plan was to hitch-hike to Tinker AFB, in Oklahoma City and get a free hop on a cargo plane to maybe Detroit, then get a bus to Muskegon, then turn around and do it all in reverse.

I called my Dad to tell him to go tell her that I was coming.  I hitch-hiked to Oklahoma City.  But alas, a huge thundrstorm came in, grounding all flights.  I couldn’t fly out.  So I called Dad and told him the news, and he had to go tell Ann.  She was understandably devastated.  I was pretty disappointed my self.

We never did talk again on the phone.  So on Saturday August 16, at 2:00 PM I met my lovely wife-to-be for the first time.  It was like we had known each other for years.  There never was any doubts about what we were doing.  The wedding rehearsal was at 4:00 PM.  We were married on Monday night August 18.  My Dad led Ann down the aisle.

There is more.  I didn’t have enough money for a bus ticket back for her.  I had expected to get a bit cash for wedding presents.  But not.  I had an old alto saxophone that I had left with my parents, so I took it to a local music store and managed to get enough money for her ticket.  We packed all of her belongings into seven suitcases and put them on the bus and shipped them as luggage.

Before I had left Ardmore OK, I had put a deposit on a little garage apartment, and bought a week’s supplies of groceries.  The day after we got back, Ann got a Civil Service job at the air base.  A day after that, our landlord’s son said he would sell his 1953 cream-puff Buick Roadmaster, and he financed it for us. 

So you can say that the the Lord was definitely looking after us.  And he has been looking over us ever since.  Sometimes I say to myself, why me?  I am not anything special, I never did anything special, but I am blessed with a great wife, great friends, great health for my age, a good  sense of humor, and enough money to pay the bills.


So I am continually thankful.


24 thoughts on “A time to be thankful

  1. Beautiful story! I love how you said to one of the commenters here that you wouldn’t recommend it for everybody, but it worked out for you. That’s what I tell people about my own love story – only knowing my groom one month before we married. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but hey, we’ve made it work. And yes, WORK is the operative word! It’s taken a lot of work on both our parts to stay together 29 years, but we are happier than ever. Great story, Bob!!

  2. What an awesome story Bob! True love does conquer all. My story is not near as romantic, but God was right on time with the love of my life. I kissed a bunch of frogs along the way (and married two of them…but got my beautiful daughter out of the deal) but I am right where I need to be and could not be happier. Rob and I will be VERY old if we make it to 52 years of marriage, but I hope we do. 🙂 Congratulations to you and Ann!

  3. Lovely lovely story Bob. It’s so interesting and filled with good fortune too!

    I love your response, “you don’t always have to save and wait for a couple of years” in regards to planning a wedding.

    I adore the then and now pictures too!

    xo Melissa

    • Thank you, Melissa,

      I wouldn’t recommend this “method” to everyone. It just happened to work out for us. We are very luck and blessed. But as they say, “love will find a way”.

      xo Bob

  4. Ann and I would like to thank everybody for writing. But she said that I had left one thing out. As you know I was a professional saxophone player for many, many years. She wants you to know that I had the audacity to drag her out to Shamrock Inn and play the sax on that Saturday night, our first day together. Hey, I had to break her in to what she would have to get used to, didn’t I??

    Needless to say, we didn’t stay out late that night. 🙂

  5. Oh Bob and Ann, that was the most charming love story!!! Thank you for sharing both your love and your story with us.

    You are such an adorable couple!

    • Thanks so much for reading it. It was indeed a pleasure writing it. You talked me into starting this blog and now I find it to be an outlet for me to share my experiences.


  6. I love your romantic story. More then anything, I love, how you recognize, God was looking out for you both. How precious, that your mom and dad met her before, and your grandmother. That symbolizes to me, by their approval, it was meant to be. Because you knew in your heart, as you corresponded with her, that she was the one, speaks to values, and respect. To real love. Thank you for sharing, your testimony. Of love. Its beautiful.

  7. Bob…that is one of the greatest stories I have ever heard. Thank you so much for telling it. Even though we both know that you married up :), I think Ann got a pretty good bargain, too. God bless you both. I am honored to call you my friend.


  8. Oh my gosh. I am so glad I stayed online a little longer. You’ve totally choked me up. This is one of the most romantic stories I’ve ever heard. I can’t even think of anything even slightly clever to say but I do wish you and Ann many, many more years together.

    • Thanks for writing, Cindy,

      It wss exciting and romantic, but a little foolish, but we were young. It shows that you don’t always have to save and wait for a couple of years. We definitely had the help of the Man upstairs.


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