This is a picture ofBob holding Art
It was November 10th, 1951. My wonderful husband-to-be called me at my American Airline office (I worked in Lost and Found at the time) and invited me out to a wonderful night at the home that we would one day inhabit. We had bought this house with a fifty cent down payment on July 28th of that year. Why do I remember the date? Mainly because that was the day we were officially engaged after my dear Bob had asked my Dad four times for my hand in marriage and been denied. The purchase of the house finally convinced him that we were serious about getting married. He approved with the caveat that we not be married before March of 1952.
But - November 10th changed all that. I was excited about this extra night at the house because we were only allowed to date three times a week, but Bob had cleared it with my folks, so here we were. As Bob drove, I peeked in the backseat and could see his blender pitcher sticking out of a bag. On inspection - I saw that it was a pitcher of dacquaries!! Bob's dad made them just for the occasion.
After dinner, we sat down on our secondhand couch and toasted ourselves on our wonderful happiness. Then the bomb fell!
Bob looked very serious - as he revealed that he had received his draft notice, and that he was due to leave on January 8th. My immediate reaction was - "well, then we'll just have to get married before you go."
I won't bother with the details but the fact is that we were married eleven days later. I'm sure that everyone was counting the months to determine if we "had" to get married, but the truth is, that we were both so well brought up that we'd never do anything 'like that' out of respect for our families and our God. Neil wasn't born for two years after that. We were fortunate in that after we were married, we were given a year's delay so that he really didn't leave until 1953.
Once Bob was stationed in Alaska, we had been apart for fourteen months. And that's what this blog is all about. Having had first-hand experience as an Army wife - I need to tell you that when you are praying for our troops all over the world - please don't forget the families they leave behind. I went back to work when Neil was only six weeks old. It was a very hard time in my life.
I remember missing out on a choir party because I oveheard one of the sopranos saying that they wouldn't invite me because I would be 'all alone'. They missed the fact that that was the very reason I should have been invited. I hope I'm not sounding like a whiner because I really had such a wonderful core of friends and family to soften the blow.
But when I read about the number of troops that are away from their families I think of all the things that their families have to deal with. Money - for one. Our troops don't make a whole lot of bucks even now.
It often means that the wife has to go to work and sometimes even bare their fist child alone. I had Neil in a charity ward and although I really am grateful for the experience - it can be humbling.
Then, there are the holidays. This is perhaps one of the most challenging times to get through. I could go on and on - but the purpose of this blog is not to biograph our lives, but just to remind you to pray and 'do for' these families, as well.
But - November 10th changed all that. I was excited about this extra night at the house because we were only allowed to date three times a week, but Bob had cleared it with my folks, so here we were. As Bob drove, I peeked in the backseat and could see his blender pitcher sticking out of a bag. On inspection - I saw that it was a pitcher of dacquaries!! Bob's dad made them just for the occasion.
After dinner, we sat down on our secondhand couch and toasted ourselves on our wonderful happiness. Then the bomb fell!
Bob looked very serious - as he revealed that he had received his draft notice, and that he was due to leave on January 8th. My immediate reaction was - "well, then we'll just have to get married before you go."
I won't bother with the details but the fact is that we were married eleven days later. I'm sure that everyone was counting the months to determine if we "had" to get married, but the truth is, that we were both so well brought up that we'd never do anything 'like that' out of respect for our families and our God. Neil wasn't born for two years after that. We were fortunate in that after we were married, we were given a year's delay so that he really didn't leave until 1953.
Once Bob was stationed in Alaska, we had been apart for fourteen months. And that's what this blog is all about. Having had first-hand experience as an Army wife - I need to tell you that when you are praying for our troops all over the world - please don't forget the families they leave behind. I went back to work when Neil was only six weeks old. It was a very hard time in my life.
I remember missing out on a choir party because I oveheard one of the sopranos saying that they wouldn't invite me because I would be 'all alone'. They missed the fact that that was the very reason I should have been invited. I hope I'm not sounding like a whiner because I really had such a wonderful core of friends and family to soften the blow.
But when I read about the number of troops that are away from their families I think of all the things that their families have to deal with. Money - for one. Our troops don't make a whole lot of bucks even now.
It often means that the wife has to go to work and sometimes even bare their fist child alone. I had Neil in a charity ward and although I really am grateful for the experience - it can be humbling.
Then, there are the holidays. This is perhaps one of the most challenging times to get through. I could go on and on - but the purpose of this blog is not to biograph our lives, but just to remind you to pray and 'do for' these families, as well.
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