First let me say, I do not share this anniversary with Kay and Frank. Thiers is in August. That is why it catches me off guard when i see it in the church bulletin. That is a mistake every year.
Well, it is Friday, December 23, 2011. I know where I was on this date in 1983 and I know what temperature it was. I was here, in this house preparing to become a new bride. Kenny and I had been living together for just over a year. My theory on that was that I did not have a very good track record in the marriage department, so I decided if we could live together for one year that it should be good to go. So now the year was up.
Kenny had dropped a drive line in one of the dump trucks and had left it to be repaired at Pueblo Brake and Clutch. Gene Baugh was helping him on the repair work. It was -15 degrees so working outside was not a fun thing anyway. Well, about 11 AM they had gone to pick up the drive line and found the shop closed for the Christmas Party. No way to get it and so what to do with the rest of the day? We had decided a while back that marriage was definitely an option, so him being the romantic that he was, he stomped the snow off his boots, slammed the door behind himself and announced, "Well, let's go get this shittin' mess over with!"
Now, ladies, who could resist anything that romantic? I happened to have a new pair of jeans, a very nice checkered western shirt, and a new pair of white cowgirl boots. He had some nice Levi's and a clean shirt, and wellington boots. So off we toodled to Canon City. Went there because Pueblo published marriage licenses in the paper every day and we did not want the fuss and bother of explaining why we never invited anyone. We got to the Canon City courthouse about 30 minutes before closing, grabbed out license and the name of a retired minister and away we went. 4th floor of the retirement home. Nice little man, but I forgot his name. Two witnesses to sign. One was his wife who was bedridden and another was walking down the hall and knew how to spell her name. Whole thing took about 7 minutes and that included introductions, staging, and paying for his
services. Then it was off to our wedding supper. That was a chocolate covered doughnut and a cup of coffee at the doughnut shop.
When we got home we found a note from Gene. "Congratulations!" And a bottle of very cheap wine. We never did get that gagged down. We asked Gene to share a few months later and his response was "If I knew I had to drink it I would have got the good stuff." Finally found a son in law who could be talked into drinking about anything. He shook it up good and when he took his thumb off the cork, it flew out of the bottle, hit the ceiling, and ricocheted into the side of my head and almost cold cocked me. Made him take it with him when he left since he was the last one to touch the bottle.
So now here I set 28 years later. It is -7 below zero. Got a foot and a half of snow out there on the level. Got no Kenny, but I got a lot of memories. It may have started out a little non traditional, but it was quite the ride and I would not undo one minute of those years. And when life gets a bit more than I can handle, I remember Kenny and the song he always said was "ours" and when you have that once in your life, once is probably enough.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EigVvZMw3Ds&feature=fvsr
Well, it is Friday, December 23, 2011. I know where I was on this date in 1983 and I know what temperature it was. I was here, in this house preparing to become a new bride. Kenny and I had been living together for just over a year. My theory on that was that I did not have a very good track record in the marriage department, so I decided if we could live together for one year that it should be good to go. So now the year was up.
Kenny had dropped a drive line in one of the dump trucks and had left it to be repaired at Pueblo Brake and Clutch. Gene Baugh was helping him on the repair work. It was -15 degrees so working outside was not a fun thing anyway. Well, about 11 AM they had gone to pick up the drive line and found the shop closed for the Christmas Party. No way to get it and so what to do with the rest of the day? We had decided a while back that marriage was definitely an option, so him being the romantic that he was, he stomped the snow off his boots, slammed the door behind himself and announced, "Well, let's go get this shittin' mess over with!"
Now, ladies, who could resist anything that romantic? I happened to have a new pair of jeans, a very nice checkered western shirt, and a new pair of white cowgirl boots. He had some nice Levi's and a clean shirt, and wellington boots. So off we toodled to Canon City. Went there because Pueblo published marriage licenses in the paper every day and we did not want the fuss and bother of explaining why we never invited anyone. We got to the Canon City courthouse about 30 minutes before closing, grabbed out license and the name of a retired minister and away we went. 4th floor of the retirement home. Nice little man, but I forgot his name. Two witnesses to sign. One was his wife who was bedridden and another was walking down the hall and knew how to spell her name. Whole thing took about 7 minutes and that included introductions, staging, and paying for his
services. Then it was off to our wedding supper. That was a chocolate covered doughnut and a cup of coffee at the doughnut shop.
When we got home we found a note from Gene. "Congratulations!" And a bottle of very cheap wine. We never did get that gagged down. We asked Gene to share a few months later and his response was "If I knew I had to drink it I would have got the good stuff." Finally found a son in law who could be talked into drinking about anything. He shook it up good and when he took his thumb off the cork, it flew out of the bottle, hit the ceiling, and ricocheted into the side of my head and almost cold cocked me. Made him take it with him when he left since he was the last one to touch the bottle.
So now here I set 28 years later. It is -7 below zero. Got a foot and a half of snow out there on the level. Got no Kenny, but I got a lot of memories. It may have started out a little non traditional, but it was quite the ride and I would not undo one minute of those years. And when life gets a bit more than I can handle, I remember Kenny and the song he always said was "ours" and when you have that once in your life, once is probably enough.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EigVvZMw3Ds&feature=fvsr
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