This time of year always takes me back to 1963. I was anxiously waiting for the Christmas season to roll around because a certain sailor was coming home from his base in Norfolk, VA. I felt sure he was going to ask me to marry him...sure enough he asked my daddy for my hand in marriage. While he was on two week leave he came to see me in Poplar Bluff, MO where my sister and I shared an apartment during the week and worked at the same factory. We would go home on weekends (40 miles away) and attend our dads church. In front of our upstairs apartment was a slight hill. It had come a fairly nice snow. My sweetheart and I made a pitiful looking snowman and then went for a short walk....holding hands and laughing....even enjoying a snowball fight. When we got back to my apartment my very persuasive future husband insisted I climb up the snow covered hill rather than go up the cleanly shoveled driveway. After refusing several times I listened to his persuasion....You can do it! and up I went....and down I went! I was just a little angry! My Johnson temper came to the surface when he started laughing.....however, being the gentleman he was he helped me up and dusted me off.....since the only thing that was hurt was my pride, I decided to laugh.....but I clobbered him with another snowball fight....or maybe he just made me think I clobbered him to make up for his bad choice earlier. Needless to say....it is one of our fondest memories. Fifty years ago......I look back and realize how his very out going personality was shining through that day.....lol. He can still talk me into nearly anything....but fortunately....he has matured. He has never again tried to talk me into going up a snowy hill...lol
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 22:57:08 +0000