Okay a little different today. And everyone is free to tell how they and their wives, gilfriends, husbands....partners met.
In October of 1968, I decided to travel to the Okanagan, in B.C. for a friends 21st birthday. This was in the era when 21 was the age of majority, not 19, and in some cases 18, like it is now. To get there , I had to take the B.C. ferries from Victoria to vancouver and then drive from there to Penticton. Since I was a student at that time,I took a few of my texts with me, figuring that I could study while I was on the 2 hour ferry trip. While walking down the aisle, I saw a young lady sitting in her seat looking at me, then my lap, then me, then my lap. Alas, it was not as many would think. She was looking at my curious selection of texts. One was "The Art of Loving", by Erich Fromm and the other was "Deep seas Fishes of the Pacific Coast of Canada" by Clemens and Wilbey: an unusual selection to be sure.
As she looked up at me, I asked her if she thought that the one book was about making love. A nod. "No,", I explained,"It is about the psychology of love", one of my psych course I was taking. We set to talking and she asked where I was going. I told her and she asked for a ride to Mt. Lehman, a small community that was on the way to where I was going. Not something a girl would do today perhaps, but those were easier, safer times. I agreed, she loaded her stuff in the car and , when the ferry docked, off we went. An hour later, I arrived at the intersection wher she wanted to be dropped off. We exchanged addresses, probably never expecting to see each other again, and she went her way, I went mine. She walked the mile or so to her home and her mother greeted her with " Oh Alice, it is so nice that you are home for a visit. Bob is here and just when are you two going to get married?"
A little explanation is in order. Alice had been engaged to Bob for a few months. It was more of a 'please my brother and mother' acquiesence than love. She had explained this when she broke up with him but the message never did seem to get through to het mother. Anyway, when she was greeted with this statement, she responded with, and this is not a word or a lie " Mom, if I marry anyone, it will be to this neat fellow who just gave me a ride". And I have told her that if I had heard her say that I would still be running.
I had no plans to marry; heck I was not even dating at that time.
Exams were coming and studying was wearing me down. So I decided to go and find a few of my friends and go to study together. I drove to one friends after another and not one person was home. It was only the merest chance that I happened to be in the area where this chick who I had given the ride to lived. All of the lights were off, the house was totally dark, when I drove up. I almost did not even get out of the car. However, for whatever reason, I got out , rang the doorbell, and immediately turned around. I certainly did not expect anyone to be home there. As I opened my car door, a light came on. The door opened, and this..... this ..... apparition emerged. Long hair, black tights, unkempt appearance. Just who was this??? She had been excercising and had almost not answered the door. Well, over the next few months, we talked, dated and got married.
When I think of all of the ways that this could NOT have worked out.......Who says that there is not some kind of plan??
Sunny skies, calm seas, fair winds
M
In October of 1968, I decided to travel to the Okanagan, in B.C. for a friends 21st birthday. This was in the era when 21 was the age of majority, not 19, and in some cases 18, like it is now. To get there , I had to take the B.C. ferries from Victoria to vancouver and then drive from there to Penticton. Since I was a student at that time,I took a few of my texts with me, figuring that I could study while I was on the 2 hour ferry trip. While walking down the aisle, I saw a young lady sitting in her seat looking at me, then my lap, then me, then my lap. Alas, it was not as many would think. She was looking at my curious selection of texts. One was "The Art of Loving", by Erich Fromm and the other was "Deep seas Fishes of the Pacific Coast of Canada" by Clemens and Wilbey: an unusual selection to be sure.
As she looked up at me, I asked her if she thought that the one book was about making love. A nod. "No,", I explained,"It is about the psychology of love", one of my psych course I was taking. We set to talking and she asked where I was going. I told her and she asked for a ride to Mt. Lehman, a small community that was on the way to where I was going. Not something a girl would do today perhaps, but those were easier, safer times. I agreed, she loaded her stuff in the car and , when the ferry docked, off we went. An hour later, I arrived at the intersection wher she wanted to be dropped off. We exchanged addresses, probably never expecting to see each other again, and she went her way, I went mine. She walked the mile or so to her home and her mother greeted her with " Oh Alice, it is so nice that you are home for a visit. Bob is here and just when are you two going to get married?"
A little explanation is in order. Alice had been engaged to Bob for a few months. It was more of a 'please my brother and mother' acquiesence than love. She had explained this when she broke up with him but the message never did seem to get through to het mother. Anyway, when she was greeted with this statement, she responded with, and this is not a word or a lie " Mom, if I marry anyone, it will be to this neat fellow who just gave me a ride". And I have told her that if I had heard her say that I would still be running.
Exams were coming and studying was wearing me down. So I decided to go and find a few of my friends and go to study together. I drove to one friends after another and not one person was home. It was only the merest chance that I happened to be in the area where this chick who I had given the ride to lived. All of the lights were off, the house was totally dark, when I drove up. I almost did not even get out of the car. However, for whatever reason, I got out , rang the doorbell, and immediately turned around. I certainly did not expect anyone to be home there. As I opened my car door, a light came on. The door opened, and this..... this ..... apparition emerged. Long hair, black tights, unkempt appearance. Just who was this??? She had been excercising and had almost not answered the door. Well, over the next few months, we talked, dated and got married.
When I think of all of the ways that this could NOT have worked out.......Who says that there is not some kind of plan??
Sunny skies, calm seas, fair winds
M