We are celebrating that we - Linda, my partner, my buddy, my pal, my boon companion and I - have now been together for fifty years!
There will be no big party, no champagne, no fancy dinner - that's just not us. In fact, we plan to spend the day with April and Jeremy enjoying our new grandsons - celebrating new life. Later on we'll probably be back in the RV watching the TV.
But please don't let us stop you from raising a glass to us. You will enjoy the quaff, and we will feel your good thoughts.
I have no idea how this all managed to happen, but it did. Then I asked her to marry me, and she said, "Yes." Even more unbelievable.
You never know where that college romance will end up; what turns will be taken after the wedding.
Remember your wedding? It was the day the world was going to become your oyster.
Well sometimes an oyster is just an oyster, and sometimes it brings you a pearl.
Our oyster brought us 50 years of pearls. Who could ask for more?
In keeping with the website's Roadside Nostalgia theme for the summer, I thought I would write a few verses in the style of the old Burma-Shave jingles about my 50 years with Linda. Here are few pieces of verse that could have appeared along the roadside on Burma-Shave signs.
A high school grad went off to college
To get himself a little knowledge
But he met Linda and so hard he fell
That he heard nothing but a wedding bell
We’ve been married for quite a bit
And many things have passed
But I learned to say “Yes ma’am”
And the years went by pretty fast
Being married a good long time
Can cause a man to pass his prime
But if Linda is the girl he’s with
Then growing old is just a myth
Fifty years is a long, long journey
For some it is quite an endeavor
But our travels have been like a party
And our road will go on forever
Please indulge me this. I have written a bit of verse for Linda. And even though she is a somewhat private person, this is where I choose to share it. It is very possible this doggerel will keep us from reaching Year 51.
Remember when we got married?
The big plans we had.
We thought life’s road,
Would be smooth and straight,
Without any bumps or twists or turns.
Who knew about the detours?
We thought life would be a party,
(Or at least a picnic with no ants).
Who knew about the baloney sandwiches?
Over the past many years,
We have had many ideas and thoughts.
Who knew we could sometimes be so wrong?
We have had our tough times - but never bad times
We could always make a baloney sandwich into a party,
And any old back road into a highway.
And we made it kid - fifty years!
But we knew all along that we could do it.
We are winding down now,
There is no doubt of that.
But we’re not done yet,
There is plenty more for us to do.
And remember this, my love,
Our road will go on forever,
And our party will never end.