Happy Anniversary to Me! (Oh, and Mr. Kenju, too)

Way way back in 1964, I met a guy on a blind date set up for me by a friend. He was playing basketball on a Navy team in Norfolk at the time, and I was invited to a game one night. My matchmaking friend said "He is the best looking guy on the court. So who do you think it is?" I took a long look around and immediately ruled out about 7 of them. Then my eyes landed on a guy who resembled Fabian Forte (the singer), if Fabian were much taller and less girly-looking......LOL. That's Fabian on the upper right.

I said to my friend, "I think it is # so and so, and she said "You picked him!" We were introduced that night, on January 3, 1964. The photo on the left was taken in April and we married on July 2, 1964. I know, I know......you're thinking......"Why did they wait sooooo long?"

Now 51 years, three children, eight  grand kids later,  we are still together. "Inertia", I reply, when asked what has kept us married for this length of time, and there is more than a hint of truth in it. Read about our wedding in the archives on May 30, 2005 and our honeymoon snafu on December 13, 2005.

I kid about what kind of glue has held us together for so many years, but there must be some love here somewhere....LOL. We argue more often than not, but we are committed (or maybe it's that we ought to be). The woman who introduced us has since become a psychologist. I'm not sure what her impetus was; I hope it wasn't us. She says that one of the reasons we are still together is that we are comfortable enough to fight and say almost anything, and then we get over it quickly. I don't know if she is right but it sounds good. She does caution us that arguing should be productive and not deteriorate into name-calling. We are not always victorious in that endeavor, but we don't harbor grudges for long - and therein lies the root of our success. At least I think that's part of it.


We've been through thick and thin, poor and well-off and poor again, health and minor sickness, joy and despair. It would be a darn shame to end it now, wouldn't it?

So, happy anniversary, honey, and I hope you can abide me for a few more years. I'd like to reach our 60th.


(This is a repost from a few years ago, with minor changes in numbers.)