How we met
My ritual of thumbing home from school was about to have far-reaching repercussions that 1969 Halloween day in Chicago.
There I was, a human pumpkin, in my neon orange ski parka. Pulling up to the red light was every hitchhikers dream ” a gorgeous blond. Knowing less than 15 seconds remained before she drove out of my life, I made my nonverbal plea. Using the saddest puppy dog eyes that could be mustered, I gave her “The Look.” She’s hesitating, she’s weakening, at the last second she breaks down and we were both unknowingly in for the ride of our lives.
We were married in March 1971, retired in March 2003 and are still going strong.
” Marc and Joan Adler
Some people describe the initial meeting of their future bride as love at first sight. For me it was a little more slow moving.
The first time I laid eyes on my wife I did not see her as a partner that could share in life’s great moments. I saw an adversary; she was staring at me, waiting. She had a look in her eyes like Clint Eastwood does in cowboy movies. She would not look away, and I knew that she would stare at me until I gave her what she wanted.
I rolled the kickball down to the plate with the best backspin I had. She had no chance… but somehow connected and sent it downtown. The only home run anyone kicked off me that day. It was the playground at Eagle Middle School, and we were in the third grade.
It took me until eighth grade before I asked her to dance, high school until we dated, and after college for that “love at first sight” feeling. We’ve been married for almost five years and have an incredible daughter.
I have always been thankful I didn’t strike her out that day.
” Innes and Lisa Isom
When returning from Christmas on the passenger train at the Depot Grand Junction, my current boyfriend, Richard, told me that he couldn’t pick me up because his girlfriend was coming home, but someone would meet me at the station. When I arrived no one was there. Richard had asked his brother, Marion, to pick me up. It was a blind date set up by Richard. Marion Baker arrived and I was introduced.
Dec. 30, there was a birthday dinner and dance at Rainbow Ball for Marion. We went together.
Dec. 31, Marion tried to take me to the DeMolay dance. I told him we wouldn’t be able to get in because we weren’t members. But we went anyway. And on our second date, we were kicked out of the country club.
Then we went to the Mesa Theater. Marion first bought the 40 cent tickets for downstairs, but I told him let’s just buy the 25 cent tickets in the balcony so we could go eat. And we did.
After that we went steady and we fell in love. We were married April 8, 1934, on Eagle street. We’ve been living here since 1946. We have weathered the storms of marriage for 70 years, wearing the original rings and are very happy.
” Gussie and Marion Baker
My husband and I were art majors at Colorado University. The nude model kept passing out, so we were given a coffee break, at which time we went to have an ice cream cone.
This happened repeatedly. Eventually, my to-be husband asked me if I liked him as well as ice cream. My answer was, “What flavor?”
We will be married 50 years on April 13, 2004.
” Pat and Jon Brynestad