On 4/13/2018 6:23 PM, Terry Coombs wrote:
> On 4/13/2018 4:59 PM, dsi1 wrote:
>> On Friday, April 13, 2018 at 11:38:41 AM UTC-10, Terry Coombs wrote:
>>> Â*Â* I met my wife 45 years ago last Wednesday , the 11th . She told me
>>> last week that she doesn't particularly like cooked carrots ... but she
>>> really likes my glazed carrots <drained canned carrots , butter and
>>> brown sugar heated to caramelization and seasoned with allspice and
>>> cloves> . Guess what we're having as a side tonight ? <main dish is
>>> hamburger steaks in mushroom gravy and mashed taters>
>>>
>>> --
>>> Â*Â* Snag
>>> Ain't no dollar sign on
>>> peace of mind - Zac Brown
>> It's unusual to recall the date one first met their wife. Heck, it's
>> hard to remember the date we was married.*
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>> * As usual, I never said this nor can you prove that this is even me
>> posting this. I mean, it could be my evil cat typing this out.
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> Â* The date sticks in my mind because it was the day after I got out of
> the US Navy ... The bus ride to northern Utah from Long beach is a haze
> of alcohol and pot ... my brothers picked me up , stopped at the local
> farmer/truck stop restaurant to sober me up enough to walk . She waited
> on us , and I gave her a hard time . I knew the moment I laid eyes on
> her that we would grow old together . So did she , we got married that
> August and ain't looked back .
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I think it's very sweet!

I have a similar story, but it's not mine. It involves my father, who
was a Marine, and another Marine who served with him in Korea. My dad
was in the hospital (not war related) and his buddy was visiting him. A
nurse came in and told them visiting hours were over. This buddy took
one look at her and (to hear him tell it) knew he was going to marry
her. So he sort of pushed for a few more minutes with my dad and asked
him to "get the scoop" on her. He kept coming back to visit when she
was scheduled to work. They got married a few months later. I know he
could pinpoint the day they met.

He called me on the phone after my father died and told me this story.
He said if your dad and I weren't such good friends I'd never have met
my wife. (This is not something my dad ever told me about. I think
he'd be pleased to know this man took the time to call me and tell me
about it.)

He wrote it all out for me and mailed it to me. (Wasn't that nice?) By
the time he got in touch with me he was a retired Brigadier General.
But he never forgot my father or the day he met his bride.

Jill