This time 38 years ago I had been married for about seven hours. I was nineteen. He was eighteen. What were we thinking? I am still not sure. We were certain that we were madly and passionately in love. Marriage was our destiny. It had to be. Or so we thought. We didnt know how to nurture love together. Although at times we tried, our hearts really werent in it. We were too young and we didnt know how to make a marriage work. It just wasnt meant to be. Part of me wants to say that I wish wed figured these problems out before we took our vows but out of that difficult time we did manage to have the most amazing baby boy a little more than a year after we got married. If we hadnt been crazy enough to take the marital plunge the man who was once our infant son(and who in my heart still is my bouncing baby boy)would not exist. I cannot imagine a world without our son and our beautiful grandchildren so I guess that marital misadventure wasnt a complete bust. Thirty eight years ago I spent the night at Howard Johnsons. Now a gas station of some type stands on that spot. Howard Johnson and its orange roof are long gone. We ate our first dinner, as a married couple, at what was then Casa Bonita. I really liked their food and miss it. I cant remember how long they have been closed, even though in the end they were Casa Viva instead of Casa Bonita. Miss Teffers and I were on that part of Asher just last week after early voting at Dee Brown Library. I was sad to see how decayed the exterior of Casa Bonita/Viva was becoming. The Sunday morning after our wedding we were at my moms house at about 7am so that we could visit with Rosemary Lucas who had flown into town at the last minute to attend our wedding. We had pink champagne and chocolate wedding cake for breakfast. It was an interesting morning. As I think about it I wish I had a bottle or two of well-chilled pink champagne right now. I have a penchant for the bubbly. Despite the joy of our son and granddaughters I do regret that we married so young because we really didnt know how to be married. We didnt know how to make things work. So many people have paid the price for our lack of foresight, not the least of whom is our son. I know many people who have gotten married young and were able to make it work. I always smile when I see that they have had another anniversary. I am so very happy for them. Maybe they were ready to be married. My first husband and I were not. November the sixth 1976 changed my life forever. I wish I had been a little smarter and more prepared. Oh well, I wasnt and that is just that. It is water under the bridge as my mom says. In the meantime I can always talk about having champagne and cake for breakfast the morning after I got married. LOL!
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 00:01:18 +0000
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