April 11, 2022
The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds – they mature slowly.
Peter De Vries
Today is Nancy and my 69th wedding anniversary. I an sending a copy of a daily I wrote on this day in 2007 as what I said then still applies.
1953 was a heck of a year. It was the year the US Department of Health, Education and Welfare (HEW) was established. Eisenhower was president and the Korean War was winding down.
The first issue of TV Guide was published; it was also the first time a west-to-east jet transatlantic nonstop flight took place. Some of our favorite songs where Vaya Con Dios by Les Paul & Mary Ford, Rags to Riches by Tony Bennett, Till I Waltz Again with You by Teresa Brewer, and No Other Love by Perry Como. The television shows we watched were: I Love Lucy, The Milton Berle Show, Arthur Godfrey’s Talent Scouts, Dragnet, You Bet Your Life with Groucho Marx, The Jack Benny Show, Ed Sullivan’s The Toast of the Town, The Jackie Gleason Show, This Is Your Life, What’s My Line, Your Hit Parade, and The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show. It was the year that we first saw Roman Holiday, Shane, Stalag 17, Lili, War Of The Worlds, and From Here To Eternity at the movies. Of course the really big news was that it was on this day that my wife and I got married at the Notre Dame Chapel in New York City. I was still in the Navy at the time and left not long after on the aircraft carrier, USS Wasp ending up in the Far East at the tail end of the war.
A lot has happened over the years, we have seen both good and bad times, raised children who have thrived and who provided us seven super grandchildren. We basically have done alright as we have grown older together. In all honesty I don’t think I would change anything, well maybe a few of the dumb things I did, but generally nothing. My life is filled with memories of old friends, other times, and in my case a lifetime partner.
People often ask me what has been the secret of out marriage lasting as long as it has. Instead of giving my usual flippant answer the truth lies in what I wrote in the daily five years ago. I said my wife’ gifts to me were:
Being there during good times and bad.
Being there as we traveled the world.
Being there as we raised infant children who became successful adults.
Being there to do things I couldn’t do.
Being there to share the enjoyment of watching our grandchildren mature.
Really just being there.
It is the little things that create the environment in which we live. It is the shared workloads, the shared worries, the shared joy, and the shared dreams that give life meaning. We have learned everything need not be shared, separate interests, separate hobbies, differing opinions, keep life interesting and knowing that someone is there makes life worthwhile.
Happy Anniversary Nancy!
“Life has taught me that respect, caring and love must be shared, for it’s only through sharing that friendships are born.”
Donna A. Favors
O’Casey had dated many a lass, but he finally became entranced with Maureen O’Riley. He wooed her and pursued her, but she would not give in and go to bed with him. Finally he proposed marriage and she accepted.
On their wedding night, as they undressed in their honeymoon cottage, O’Casey said,
“You know, Maureen, I never would have wed you if you had gone to bed with me like all the other girls did.”
“Experience is the best teacher,” Maureen said. “That’s how I lost all of my other boyfriends.
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.
“If you’ll make the toast and pour the juice, sweetheart,” said the newlywed bride, “breakfast will be ready.”
“Good, what are we having for breakfast,” said the new husband.
“Toast and juice,” she replied.
No husband has ever been shot while doing the dishes.
The generation gap quickly became apparent when I tried to discuss marriage with my daughter, who is very career oriented. “A husband might not tolerate your ambition forever,” I pointed out. “He might become concerned about how such total dedication to a job could fit into a successful relationship.” “You don’t understand, Dad,” my daughter countered. “It’s going to be a merger, not a takeover.”
God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece.
A man and woman had been married for sixty years. They kept no secrets from each other except a shoebox the woman had in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask about.
However, one day the woman got sick and the doctor said she would not recover. The man got the shoebox and took it to his wife’s bedside. She agreed it was time he should know what was in the box.
When he opened it, he found two crocheted doilies and a stack of money totaling $25,000.
She said, “When we were to be married, my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you I should just keep quiet and crochet a doily.”
The old man was so moved he had to fight back tears. Only two doilies in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in sixty years. He almost burst with happiness.
“Honey,” he said, “that explains the doilies, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?”
Oh,” she said, “that’s the money I made from selling doilies.”
A happy marriage perhaps represents the ideal of human relationship — a setting in which each partner, while acknowledging the need of the other, feels free to be what he or she by nature is: a relationship in which instinct as well as intellect can find expression; in which giving and taking are equal; in which each accepts the other, and I confronts Thou.
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