Jack & Judy Ingram How We Met
The cast: Carl, my best friend; Joyce, the woman Carl was dating; and Judy, an unknown person, and me.
This is my version of how I met this mystery women. It was all Joyce's fault. Carl and I had been unsuccessful in planning a trip out west. Joyce came to the rescue. Why don't you "boys" come visit us on Fire Island? I could not come up with a "why not" other than this was a 600 mile trip to meet an arranged blind date. Would you have made that trip?
The only access to the Island was by ferry. The girls met us upon docking, took us by hand and showed us around. Carl and I were on the island three days spending much of the time on the beach. My first fling at a blind date seemed to go rather well, well enough that I said I would call her when she returned home. I now had a little unfinished business upon my return. I had to tell the girl I was dating that there was someone else in my life.
After sixty -five years of dating Judy, we are still working out the kinks of our relationship. Wish us well.
My friend, Joyce, and I had completed our first year of teaching and planned a vacation before going back to the classroom. My Godmother had a vacation home on Fire Island, NY and that was our destination.
Joyce was dating a fella who had a "friend" and they, too, were vacationing in the east. Access to this part of Fire Island was only by ferry boat and Joyce and I went to meet the guys at the dock. I thought the "friend" was good looking but I had no illusion of anything more than a 3-day vacation date. I knew he had a girl at home. I planned to enjoy my three days and I did. We ate, swam, sunned and laughed and capped off the three days with a trip into the city where the guys treated us to a lovely dinner at the famous Tavern on the Green. They then left to go to New Jersey. We went back to the island.
Sayonara —only it wasn't.
Jack and Judy Ingram
How I Met My Wife/Husband
Stewart and Ellen Rose
Neighbors from the age of 7. Oh yes, of course, it was love at first sight. Ha! Our first up close and personal memorable meeting was around age 10 when, in the dead of a Columbus, Ohio winter, Stewart and two of his Neanderthal buddies, age 10, tied me to a tree near their “shack” in a vacant wooded neighborhood lot and pelted me with snowballs that covered rocks. Bloodied and bruised I fled down the street to my best friend’s house. Pounding on the door and yelling, she refused to let me in because she was “afraid of Stewart Rose”. I struggled home to band aids and TLC from Mom berating my friend for her cowardice. Alas, she was my maid of honor 12 years.
Steward and Ellen Rose
Lynn and Keith Boone
Bloomington, Indiana, Indiana University. Circa 1971
Ancient Literature Class
Keith, working towards a master’s degree, Lynn a senior. Lynn sat in the front row as blonds are wont to do, engaging the instructor and concentrating on the lecture. Meanwhile, Keith, unbeknownst to her, was “fancying her something fierce” albeit from many rows in the rear. Halfway through the year Keith volunteered for a Red Cross blood drive. Leaving the building he saw his beautiful blond from Lit class drinking orange juice and eating a cookie as a reward for her gift of blood. His novel picks up line: “You look kind of pale. May I walk you home?” They were married a year later.
Keith and Lynn Boone