Forty-five years ago today was the last day I was by myself. The 17th of September, 1971, I went about my day. Our teachers were on strike and I was at home most likely doing nothing, but reveling in the extended summer vacation the lower class-men at the high school had. The seniors continued on in school with teachers who were not union members so they could keep college and military commitments when they graduated.
I was a junior in high school that year, so I was blissfully at home wondering when we would be able to go back to school. We knew the longer we were out in September the longer we would be in in June. It was a weird year of school for certain.
Forty-five years ago today I made plans with a friend to go to a dance the 18th. We would meet and one of us would drive to the fire hall where we would dance and flirt and not really meet anyone, since we were the quiet girls and mostly went unnoticed by most everyone in school.
What I did not know that day was that the following day would change my life. Literally. The following day, the 18th of September, 1971, a couple of my guy friends would help the music teacher move some things into his summer cottage. It took them most of the day and at the end of the day they were paid.
Later that afternoon on the 18th the phone would ring. I would be getting ready for the dance. The phone call would be for me. Heading to answer the phone, my older sister would holler at me, “If it’s a guy and he asks you out… GO!” It was a guy, he did ask me out, and I accepted. I was scared of my older sister, and when she said jump, I would jump, hoping it was high enough. (Sorry, Dottie)
That night, forty-five years ago tomorrow, I went bowling with my hubby. We bowled three games, I won one, he won two. I confess by the third game I was a bit over bowling, but, what can you do when you are on a date?
Forty five years ago the 18th I had my last first kiss. I was 16 years old. I have been with my husband longer than I wasn’t. We have grown up together, we have fought, we have made up, we have traveled the world, we have raised our family. I really cannot believe it has been 45 years.
There are times when I look at him and still see that boy who asked me out. That boy who spent his hard-earned money to take me bowling and put gas in his mother’s car. We have always marked this day as a special day for us. Tomorrow will actually be the first time in several years that we will be together on this day. One of us has been traveling during this time recently.
So, happy anniversary of our first date, honey. I would say, “here’s to the next 45”, but, I really don’t think we will be around when we are 107!
Thanks for stopping by, Cathi (DAF)