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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 12, 2018 13:22:52 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2018 13:29:57 GMT -5
So, hubby and I were married April 27th, 1996, and every year once April 1st arrives I look forward all month to our next anniversary. I've kind of turned the entire month into our anniversary celebration. Congratulations, Lady M! My wife and I celebrated our 26th anniversary a few months ago. Does your husband smoke a pipe as well? |
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 12, 2018 14:04:39 GMT -5
So, hubby and I were married April 27th, 1996, and every year once April 1st arrives I look forward all month to our next anniversary. I've kind of turned the entire month into our anniversary celebration. Congratulations, Lady M! My wife and I celebrated our 26th anniversary a few months ago. Does your husband smoke a pipe as well?
lol, no he doesn't. he has tried a few times but hasn't found a tobacco he likes. i even bought him nice nording freehand, but not much interest. maybe once the weather gets nice and we are sitting out in the evenings again he will give it another try. he IS interested in making pipes, though!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2018 16:08:20 GMT -5
Congratulations, Lady M! My wife and I celebrated our 26th anniversary a few months ago. Does your husband smoke a pipe as well?
lol, no he doesn't. he has tried a few times but hasn't found a tobacco he likes. i even bought him nice nording freehand, but not much interest. maybe once the weather gets nice and we are sitting out in the evenings again he will give it another try. he IS interested in making pipes, though!
I have noticed that making pipes usually results in some smoking of them. There is hope for him yet. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2018 16:52:13 GMT -5
From my favorite solo artist lip-synced by Larry Parks, victim of blacklisting
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 12, 2018 17:09:08 GMT -5
lol, no he doesn't. he has tried a few times but hasn't found a tobacco he likes. i even bought him nice nording freehand, but not much interest. maybe once the weather gets nice and we are sitting out in the evenings again he will give it another try. he IS interested in making pipes, though!
I have noticed that making pipes usually results in some smoking of them. There is hope for him yet.
yes!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2018 18:04:43 GMT -5
Keep the stories coming, great learning more about you and hubbie!
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 12, 2018 18:18:20 GMT -5
Keep the stories coming, great learning more about you and hubbie!
thank you!
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 16, 2018 7:50:12 GMT -5
Next instalment 
So, just a couple months after I had started my freshman year of college my father had gone in for surgery on ulcers. However, what they found was not ulcers, it was cancer. The doctor led us to believe that with treatment he would be fine. Long story short, I came home for the summer to find Dad in pretty bad shape. Two weeks later we took him to the hospital and two weeks after that he passed away. Hubby's wife and the guy who was pursuing me came down for the wake (I lived about an hour away.) Hubby was working so he didn't come. She invited me to come spend the weekend with them in a few weeks. I thought that sounded like a good idea. A month later she and my admirer collected me and took me back with them. We hung out at their trailer until it was time to collect hubby from work. He was working as a security guard at the mall and he got off at midnight. I don't remember everything we did that night or the next day, but the following evening my admirer wasn't with us any more and after picking hubby up from work we got something to eat and went over to watch movies with hubby's wife's best friend who was also the camp counselor i had a crush on. He was house-sitting for a friend. I don't remember the first movie we watched, but the second one was The Hunt for Red October. I had read the book, loved it, and was eager to see it. Shortly into the movie, though, hubby and his wife fell asleep on the couch, which left me basically "alone" with this guy in an awkward situation. But I concentrated on discussing the movie, lol. After the movie I went back to their trailer with them and we all slept in. After breakfast there was a fire call and hubby's wife went out for it. He couldn't go because he had to go to work in a couple hours. That left him and me alone together. We passed a couple hours of conversation and joking around, because at that point we didn't have a lot in common, we always spent time together in a group, and we were both kind of quiet. When it was time for him to go to work I had to go with him to drive the car back so his wife could take me home later. The fun part was it was a manual transmission and the exit from the mall was on an incline. I had to balance the clutch, gas, brake and hand brake to get out (yes, I know that is par for the course overseas, but not here and not for a teenager that had just learned to drive a standard four months earlier and hadn't drove one since) But I got back to the trailer and about an hour later his wife got back, cleaned up, and then took me home.
To be continued....
My family had always gone to the family cabin for summer vacation. The summer my father passed away our grandparents took us with them. This is a photo taken by my brother on a trail we were walking. (I was wearing one of my Dad's dogtags, my brother got the other one and wore it on his keyring like our father did.)
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Post by slowroll on Apr 16, 2018 8:17:25 GMT -5
Your husband is a fortunate guy, Margaret. Semper Fi to you both.
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Post by Legend Lover on Apr 16, 2018 8:40:10 GMT -5
And then? AND THEN?
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 16, 2018 9:22:16 GMT -5
Your husband is a fortunate guy, Margaret. Semper Fi to you both.
Thank you, sir!
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 16, 2018 9:23:44 GMT -5
bwahahahaha!
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Post by Legend Lover on Apr 16, 2018 9:31:55 GMT -5
bwahahahaha!
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 18, 2018 11:02:53 GMT -5
Next smidgen, lol
So, I went back to school in the Fall. Hubby's wife was supposed to get a job so he could take classes, but she hadn't found one so he was still working and couldn't go to school. She was on campus frequently, doing laundry in the dorm. I was over to their place several times that semester, usually for dinner, as well as some of our other mutual friends. Come Spring semester hubby was taking one class, his grandmother had sent him the money for it. I got to see him occasionally, sometimes we walked to and from class together. Then, I didn't see him for awhile. I didn't think anything of it, between work, the fire department, and sometimes being ill, there were good reasons not to see him. Then one day at lunch somehow it came out that hubby and his wife had split up and he had moved to Pennsylvanis to live with friends. I was shocked. I felt horrible for him, because I knew he would be devistated. Somehow I got his address and wrote to him. I didn't hear anything back. I sent him a birthday card, and later a Christmas card, all with no responses, so I stopped. I completely lost touch with him.
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Post by Legend Lover on Apr 18, 2018 17:44:01 GMT -5
Noooooo
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 18, 2018 19:21:24 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 19, 2018 13:17:33 GMT -5
I won't keep you in suspense, lol.
I continued with life at college. But every time I saw or heard a fire engine I thought about him and wondered how he was.
Here I am, ready to head out to the Sadie Hawkins Picnic
Just two years later I was getting ready to graduate. I decided to send hubby a graduation announcement. I didn't for one moment believe he'd come to my graduation, I imagined that the location held too many bad memories for him, but I thought he would like to know that I actually made it through. I didn't hear anything.
I took a job at the school after graduation as secretary to the Registrar and Dean of Students. That summer hubby sent in a request for his transcript to be sent to a college in PA. I sent that out, and dropped a note to him. I still didn't hear anything.
Shortly after the Spring semester began, my Mom called, telling me that a letter had arrived at the house for me, and she would be sending it out with a few other things. When I got her package, inside was a letter from hubby. It was a short letter, thanking me for writing, telling me a little about what he'd been doing, and hoped I was doing well. I wrote him back, but didn't expect to hear from him again.
So, three weeks later there is a knock on my door (I was still living in the dorm) and told there was a phone call for me. We didn't have phones in our rooms, there was just one pay phone on each floor. I expected it to be my mother. I picked up the phone and said Hello. The male voice said, Hi. I respoonded with a, Uh, hi. The voice asked me how I was, and I replied, Uh, I'm fine. I had no idea who was on the other end of the phone, I didn't recognize the voice. Then he said, You don't know who this is.... and at that moment I recognized his voice (helps if more than a couple words are said, lol) and I said, TERRY!!! Hi! He laughed. We talked for probably three hours, which was probably more than we had ever had since knowing each other, lol.
A week later I got a letter from him, and I wrote back. About a week later he called again. We chatted for probably an hour and then he told me that he had recently met a girl that he'd like to get to know better. My heart kind of sank. I had enjoyed writing to him and talking with him, but if he got a girlfriend that would dry up. I just responded with "Oh." But then he said, That girl is you. My next feeling was one of panic. While I enjoyed talking with him, I had always thought of him as like a big brother and the idea of dating was just really weird. That and I had been friends with his ex-wife. I was quiet for a few moments. He sighed and asked if he had just lost a friend, and I quickly said, No, I would always be his friend. He asked if he could call me again, and I assured him I would be happy to continue writing him and talking to him on the phone.
We continued to write and he continued to call for several months. Then, in one of his letters he told me that he had to go to annual training in a few weeks and he would like to swing by and visit me on his way back. I was very conflicted about that. On one hand, I would like to see him again, it would be nice to talk face-to-face, but on the other I realized that this meant he was still interested in moving our relationship into more serious territory and I wasn't comfortable with that idea. I wasn't sure what to tell him....
My graduation photo from college, I put one in every announcement, including the one I sent to hubby.
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Post by Legend Lover on Apr 19, 2018 13:40:43 GMT -5
were you in contact with his ex-wife at the time?
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 19, 2018 14:33:52 GMT -5
were you in contact with his ex-wife at the time?
no, i wasn't. she never came around the campus any more and didn't keep in touch with me. I had found out later through people who had known what was going on that she had told them specifically not to tell me what was going on, and then I learned that she was leaving him for another guy, it just kind of turned me off from keeping in touch with her.
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Post by Legend Lover on Apr 19, 2018 14:54:53 GMT -5
were you in contact with his ex-wife at the time?
no, i wasn't. she never came around the campus any more and didn't keep in touch with me. I had found out later through people who had known what was going on that she had told them specifically not to tell me what was going on, and then I learned that she was leaving him for another guy, it just kind of turned me off from keeping in touch with her.
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 19, 2018 16:35:51 GMT -5
no, i wasn't. she never came around the campus any more and didn't keep in touch with me. I had found out later through people who had known what was going on that she had told them specifically not to tell me what was going on, and then I learned that she was leaving him for another guy, it just kind of turned me off from keeping in touch with her.
That must have been really tough for Terry.
yes it was. very much so.
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 23, 2018 10:31:20 GMT -5
I guess I've kept you in suspense long enough So, after much debate with myself I told him it was okay to visit me. His annual training ended up getting cancelled, but he came down anyway. It was June, the college was largely empty except for different groups that would come in for retreats, etc. I was the "dorm Mom", having moved into the Head Resident Assitant's apartment and was supposed to keep an eye on things. So being in the apartment allowed me a perfect view of the parking lot in comfort as I waited for him to show up. I recognized his car when he pulled in. But instead of coming up to the dorm he went into the administration building (which was right across the parking lot from the dorm) Shortly after that my phone rang, it was the Dean of Men (who shared an office with me) saying I had a visitor. So I went down to the administration building and led him back up to the dorm. We sat in the lounge and talked for while, then we went out for lunch. I think we stopped by the mall on the way back and then returned to the dorm and sat out on the porch swing. After awhile it was getting pretty warm outside so we went back into the lounge and continued to talk. It started getting late and we went out to eat again. While we were at the restaurant, we had finished our meal, and he checked his watch and noticed it was getting near 10pm. He commented, I better get you back, I know you go to bed by 10 (I had told him my daily schedule in a letter) so we went back, he dropped me off at the dorm and went to where he was staying for the night. I thought it was really sweet that he remembered a detail like that. The next morning I was back at work (I had taken the previous day off to see him) and was waiting for him to stop in before he left. For some reason I was really nervous and didn't want to see him. I have never really figured out why, unless I was afraid he was going to ask me to date him again. But it was almost noon before he stopped in. He had gone around campus to see some teachers. We said our goodbyes, and I was eager for him to leave. He left, without trying to get any kind of commitment from me, and I felt a little relief, but I was still kind of keyed up for the rest of the day. That evening, though, I was missing him, and relieved when he called to let me know he had gotten back safely. At the end of the month I left my job and moved back home. I wanted to go in a different direction, possibly more schooling. Hubby and I were continuing to write and he continued to call me. A couple weeks after I'd moved home he said he wanted to visit again. This time I was excited for him to come. He was going to be there for the whole weekend, and it coincided with a picnic my sister and her husband were having, so we went to that. Afterwards we went back to their house to visit and chat. Later my sister told me that her husband was confused about why we were sitting on opposite sides of the couch from each other. He thought we were dating, she had to explain to him that we didn't know we were yet, lol. Hubby stayed at a hotel that night, but on future visits he stayed at my sister's. Her husband had to meet him first and approve, lol. Probably a week after that visit during a phone call hubby remarked he was amazed that he hadn't scared me off yet. I told him that the only way he could scare me off was to ask me to marry him. He then said he had a question for me and then said, Will you marry me? I paused for a second, not sure what to do. Surely he was kidding. He joked around a lot, he said he liked to hear me laugh. So, I repsonded with, Tomorrow. The next day he called and said, Well, it's tomorrow. Will you marry me? I told him, No, it's today, I said tomorrow. It then became our running joke. He was contantly asking me to marry him and I was constantly saying, Tomorrow. He visited again. I was getting more and more fond of him. A month later in one of his calls he asked if I would be his girlfriend, and this time I said YES. A week later he came down for another visit. We were sitting in the living room, side by side, holding hands, watching a movie when he turned to me and said, May I kiss you? And I said, Yes! And that was our first kiss |
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Post by Legend Lover on Apr 23, 2018 12:05:34 GMT -5
He sounds like a prefect gentleman.
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 23, 2018 12:15:37 GMT -5
He sounds like a prefect gentleman.
he was! and sometimes still is, lol. familiarity and busy-ness of life get in the way of that sometimes, but when we are relaxed he most definitely is
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Post by Legend Lover on Apr 23, 2018 12:36:21 GMT -5
He sounds like a prefect gentleman.
he was! and sometimes still is, lol. familiarity and busy-ness of life get in the way of that sometimes, but when we are relaxed he most definitely is
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Post by roadsdiverged on Apr 23, 2018 18:21:40 GMT -5
Im loving this story! Can't wait for more.
Congrats to both of you!
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 23, 2018 19:14:48 GMT -5
Im loving this story! Can't wait for more. Congrats to both of you!
thank you very much!
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 24, 2018 8:27:24 GMT -5
Well, since I have plans later this week, I best hurry this along a bit Shortly after his visit his Mom called him to say his grandmother had fallen in the nursing home she was in and broke her hip and they didn't expect her to live. He wanted me to go with him. So he drove down and collected me, then drove over to his mother's. We stopped in at his mother's first and she filled him in on what all had happened so far. His grandmother seemed to be doing a little better. We then drove over to the nursing home to see his grandmother. He introduced us, chatted with her a little bit. We were there about twenty minutes, he didn't want to over tire her so we got up to leave. She motioned that she wanted me to come over to her. I went to her side and she said something I couldn't quite make out, but something along the lines that it was nice to see him happy and thanked me. He said goodbye to his grandma and then hurried me out of the nursing home. I glance up at him and could tell he was very upset. We sat in the car for a minute and I held his hand. I asked him what he wanted to do. He told me we wanted to go out to the woods he used to run around in growing up. So we drove out where his family used to live. He showed me an old church that was falling down and we walked through the cemetery. Then we went further down the road, parked and went into the woods. He showed me several places he and his best friend used to explore and camp out at. We were out there awhile, and he decided he should get back to his mother's so she wouldn't worry, but he couldn't seem to remember how to get back to the car, lol. We wandered around for awhile, and finally came to a creek, and at that point he got his bearings and we walked back to the car. I still give him a hard time about getting "lost" out there, since he's the world's greatest navigator. He insists he was never lost. LOL. On the way back to his Mom's we came to a little convenience store and he stopped to get us a drink, and this is where he introduced me to Birch Beer, and I've been hooked ever since We had dinner at his Mom's and spent the night. I got his room and he slept on the couch. The next morning we had breakfast with his Mom, ran by and said goodbye to his grandmother, and then he took me back to where he was living. He wanted me to meet the guy he was working with and to check on the job he had left (they were general contractors). We went out to eat with his coworker and the guy's girlfriend and saw a movie. Waterworld, lol. I enjoyed it because I was with hubby, and that's about all I can say for it. We spent the night at his coworker's house, I on the couch and he in his sleeping bag on the floor (he always had a sleeping bag with him) The next day he took me home and then had to get back to his job. A couple weeks later we were talking on the phone and he was complaining about this job they were doing. They had to dry wall an entire house, new construction. But his coworker was kind of worthless with that kind of work. He then asked me if I wanted to come up and help. I said okay. So he drove down to collect me and we went right back up. We slept in a little late because we had gotten in at about 2am (it was a 7 hour drive one way) But, he showed me what to do and we got to work. I even helped in hanging some of it, he would hold up the panel and I would attach it with the screw gun (bwahahahaha!) After a couple days he told me I was far better at it than his coworker was Our running joke was still going strong. Once or twice a day he would ask me to marry him and I'd say "tomorrow." After being with him, working with him, for a week, though, my attitude was changing. One morning as we were getting ready to leave for the job he asked me again, and this time I looked into his face and said, "Yes." He kind of stopped for a moment, just looked at me, and said, We best get to work. I wondered if I'd goofed. Everything seemed fine, though, the rest of the day. That evening as we were headed back from the job he asked me, Did you mean what you said this morning? I didn't really know what he was referring to, because I'd said a lot of things through the day. So I asked him, What are you referring to? He said, When you said 'yes.' And I told him I did. He reached over and squeezed my hand and said, I'm glad, because I do too. We worked together another week, and then I had to go home. Fortunately for me, I wrote all this in my journal as it happened and some years later I was reading back through these events and discovered that the day I said yes was on October 7. Coincidently, our son happened to be born on October 7. |
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Post by Lady Margaret on Apr 25, 2018 8:58:06 GMT -5
I'm going to finish this up, as I will have a lot of errands to run tomorrow in preparation for our weekend in the woods in celebration of our anniversary. Nothing too romantic, our son is going with us, lol.
Later in October hubby's grandma passed away. We decided that we would spend Thanksgiving with his Mom since she had usually spent it with her mother and now she was gone. That meant that we spent Christmas with my family, but we did go up to see his mother a few days later, and then came back and spent New Year's Eve together.
My grandfather had been diagnosed with leukemia a year before, but after a couple months of blood transfusions it had gone into remission. Around Christmas his health started declining, though, and just a few days after his birthday in the middle of January, he passed away. Hubby drove down to be with me. He stayed with me during the day while I had to sit at my grandparents' house and wait for the people to come pick up the hospital bed, and to accept food people were dropping off. The day after the funeral he had to go back.
A couple weeks later he went to Missouri for annual training at Fort Leonardwood. He called me several times from there. In the middle of it he said that he wanted to stop in to see me on the way home, and he wanted to buy me a ring and set a date, because what he really wanted was to be coming home to me after annual training and not the people he was living with, lol. So he did stop in, I had already picked out at ring at Hill's Department Store. It was an inexpensive cubic zirconia ring, but it was what I wanted, because the important thing was marrying him. It was a lovely large stone cut in the shape of a heart. He was a bit surprised by my choice (the cost, lol) The next day we went to a movie -- Muppet Treasure Island, still one of our favorites -- and ate out at Ponderosa. We discussed a date, he brought up the first weekend in May, as it gave us almost two months to pull things together, but when I saw the actual date I said NO, because that was the same date as his first wedding, lol. I wanted my own day, so we backed it up a week to April 27.
So March was a flurry of activity. Friends threw me two bridal showers, one at my church and one an hour away at my old college. Hubby had located an apartment for us, and he borrowed a friend's van (and the friend) to drive up and pick up all the stuff from the showers to take up to the apartment. A day later we drove out to his mother's where she also threw a bridal shower, and then we took all that stuff back to the apartment. There were some things we hadn't gotten as gifts that I wanted to pick up, so we took some money we'd gotten as gifts and went shopping at Walmart. I don't remember everything we bought but I do remember this was when we got our pair of oil lamps. Hubby threw up a little resistence at buying them because he didn't see them as practical. However, my grandmother and my mother had both had a set of oil lamps sitting on the mantel in their homes for emergencies -- specifically when the power would go out -- and I had seen how practical that was, and I wanted to continue that tradition, so he gave in. (Interestingly enough, just a year or so later the power went out and they came in very handy, HA!) When he brought me back we went and filed our marriage application. We then drove out to visit a mutual friend and while walking around the mall with him we bought our wedding rings with some of the money we'd been given. Got a great deal on them too!
Hubby lined up the preacher (who had been a friend from his time in the Marines who now lived in WV) and I laid out everything else about the wedding. I designed the invitations and printed them off the computer, I also designed the programs. It was soon time for the wedding. The night before we had a rehearsal and as the preacher started out he commented that he'd never performed a wedding in WV before. Little bells went off in my head, but I'm not one to make a scene so we went through the rehearsal and when we got home I told hubby he needed to check with his friend to see if he was licensed in WV to perform weddings. He called him, and low and behold, he was not. I started crying, hubby was doing his best to calm me down. He said we would go through with the wedding and his friend would find a way to work everything out. I was dubious, but eventually with him holding me and talking to me softly I calmed down.
We went through with the wedding. After the ceremony we went back to my Mom's house and changed. I had three women in my room as I was changing and packing for my honeymoon. My bridesmaid, a good friend and my sister who had been my matron of honor. My sister was going through all the wedding cards pulling out money for us to take with us (it pays to have a married woman to have your back during something like this, lol) she also knew that her in-laws had given us a gift certificate to a restaurant that was on the way to where we were going. So, I got packed and we went outside where we had good-byes, and then got in the car and took off. I had talked hubby into going to the family cabin for our honeymoon, not only was it economical because it was free, it was my favorite place on earth, where we had spent all our family vacations, and I wanted to share that with him. I took him the traditional way we had always gone as a family, stopping at the park we always stopped at to have sandwiches and run around for awhile, stopping at the ice cream place we always stopped at. So, the three hour trip probably took five, lol.
Hubby hadn't been too enthused about going the cabin, because his first wife had arranged for their honeymoon to be at a cabin that someone she knew had, but I guess she'd never been there because she ended up not happy with it and after a couple days they left and went to her mother's house and spent the rest of their honeymoon there. Yeah. But he loved our cabin when we got there. It's actually an old farm house.
The next morning hubby wanted to go out for breakfast (I quickly learned that breakfast is hubby's favorite meal of the day and he likes it early, me, not so much, lol) and that is when I discovered that in the chaos that was my bedroom while I packed, I forgot to pack underwear. *Sigh* So we did go out for breakfast, and then promptly went to the dollar store and got me some skivvies 
Unfortunately I discovered that this time of year was bad for visiting all the places I had loved growing up, they didn't open until the beginning of tourist season, which was Memorial Day weekend. We stayed local that day, visiting the antique store, a flea market. We walked around the cabin and went to throw rocks in the creek. Since we had a decent creek out back hubby wanted to get a flyrod and teach me to fly fish. The next day we drove an hour to the nearest city and got a flyrod at Kmart. We also found a cavern that was open so we toured that too. But the rest of the afternoon was getting the flyrod set up, casting instruction, and then me watching him fish for awhile. But it was fun.
One day I took him across the road to a house that was falling down. When my grandparents had first bought the place there was a widower living there, probably in his 70's. My Dad took a liking to the old gentleman and we would always visit him. I had vague memories of being at his house. We checked around the house, managed to get into the back bedroom. There I found an old rosary on the ground, and I took it so I could have a momento of him, a tangible connection.
We had a lovely week, and then went back to my Mom's to pick up a few last things. Hubby got in touch with his friend and he told him that he had gone in to the courthouse, got his license, and then turned in the marriage info, so our official (or legal, maybe) wedding date is April 30th. We then went to our new home.
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