April 11, 2017
“Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.”
It was spring time in Manhattan sixty-four years ago today. It was especially pleasant at Columbia University’s Church of Notre Dame where my wife and me began our long journey as husband and wife.
We had met on a blind date in 1952 during my first visit to New York with a navy classmate, We were attending school at the Bainbridge Navy Base in Maryland at the time. After I met Nancy I traveled to New York almost every weekend where we explored Manhattan and all it had to offer together. It was a great time, As time went by we made many new friends who helped us see the great dity like most people never do..
We were very young but that allowed us to grow up together. Over the years, we like most people have had our ups and downs. I was fortunate to have married a woman who was tolerant of my many missteps, a woman who raised three terrific kids. Often, she was raising them without my help as my carrier in the computer industry frequently kept me away from home for extended periods. Our kids have gone on to provide us seven outstanding grandchildren all who continue to do well.
The years have been good to us. We traveled the world together and shared thousands of experiences. We have been blessed with wonderful friends who continue to enrich our memories. Our age has slowed us down but our partnership continues to flourish, enhanced by the support we get from our family.
How glad I am that my blind date sixty-five years ago resulted in my having such a wonderful lifetime companion.
“Real love stories never have endings.”
By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you’ll be happy. If you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher…and that is a good thing for any man.
The bride was anything but a tidy housekeeper. It didn’t bother her much until one evening when her husband called from the hall, somewhat dismayed: “Honey, what happened to the dust on this table? I had a phone number written on it.”
A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.
A successful woman is one who can find such a man.
A lady was taking her time browsing through everything at a yard sale and said to the hostess, “My husband is going to be very angry when he finds out I stopped at a yard sale.”
“I’m sure he’ll understand when you tell him about all the bargains,” the hostess replied.
“Normally, yes,” the lady said. “But he just broke his leg, and he’s waiting for me to take him to the hospital to have it set.”
As a housewife, I feel that if the kids are still alive when my husband gets home from work, then hey, I’ve done my job.
One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house.
His three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house.
Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.
In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that something serious had happened.
He found her lounging in the bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewilderedly and asked, “What happened here today?”
She again smiled and answered, “You know every day when you come home from work you ask me what in the world I did all day?”
“Yes,” was his incredulous reply.
She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it.”
A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.
Honore De Balzac
Love vs Marriage
Love is holding hands in the street Marriage is holding arguments in the street
Love is dinner for 2 in your favorite restaurant Marriage is Chinese take-out
Love is cuddling on a sofa Marriage is deciding on a sofa
Love is talking about having children Marriage is talking about getting away from children
Love is going to bed early Marriage is going to sleep early
Love is a romantic drive Marriage is a long, hot ride
Love is losing your appetite Marriage is losing your figure
Love is sweet nothings in the ear Marriage is sweet nothings in the bank
Love is a flickering flame Marriage is a flickering television
Love is 1 drink and 2 straws Marriage is “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?!”
Nancy, I am only kidding
“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.”
- A. Milne
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