Yesterday was anniversary #68 for Sammy and me, so I am re-blogging our romantic story posted six years ago on our 62nd anniversary.

I had a stubborn streak last week and decided I was not going to fill the sugar bowl in revenge for feeling that my service to my husband was unappreciated! It worked a little bit. He asked me to bring him the sugar and he filled the bowl. My rational was that the top is hard for me to take off the canister. Oh, let the voices be silenced; I know, I know, I could buy a new canister.

On this wedding anniversary I’m questioning “Why did I fall in love with Sammy?” and “Why have I filled his sugar bowl for 62 years?” I love him because he loves me, because he pleases me, because he fixes my tires, because he reads hard books for fun, because he fixes his own oatmeal, because he was so cute when he was twenty-four, and wonder of wonders he chose me!

Here are some snippets of our dating year.
He drew pictures for me in history class.
He went with me for fundraising. He didn’t laugh at me when I told a group that we were going to do a certain thing in “Feptember.”- I guess one of my “Bushisms”
He stirred my peanut butter and syrup.
He carried one end of a twig while I carried the other end. We had a “no touch” rule in our Bible school. I do confess to putting my hand over his while he was holding the steering wheel. Our chaperone was quite liberal.
He left me a chocolate malt at the foot of the stairs.
He took a lecture from the dean when he, Sammy, stood with his arms open wide while I pretended I was going to jump into them. The dean said that did not look proper.
He sat with me on the pig sty.
After about six months, he kissed me. Broke the rules. I was flustered. When he said, “Will you marry me?” I was thinking about the no touch rule, and I thought he said “Are you mad at me?” I said, “Why, no, Sammy.” Suddenly my brain got straightened out and I quickly asked for a little time to think it over.
A couple of days later, he said I had had a little time, and I said, “Yes.”

To my Sammy, to my love, to my marriage – the excitement of the initial sparks, the roar of the burning flames, the stirring of sorrow-doused ashes, adding logs to the smoldering coals, the comfort of the glowing embers. And still, I say, “Wonder of wonders, he chose me!”

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. judyjourneys says:

    Congratulations to both of you!

  2. I always love a good love story !!!!!

  3. Ahhhh, happy anniversary!

  4. Frank Hubeny says:

    Beautiful love story.

  5. Congratulations to you both. I don’t think I know anyone who has been married as long. That’s beautiful xxx.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Unfortunately a lot of the marriages from that long ago have been shortened by death. I have a lot of widows whose marriages would have lasted longer but death prohibited it. One blessing of growing old in age.

      • Yes, sadly same for my Mum and Dad x they had 50 golden years together before Dad died x.

        • oneta hayes says:

          Fifty seems to be the magic for many couples who make long and loving marriages. After that the reason is almost always “til death do us part.” Sorry for your lose but I know you have precious memories. My dad died when he was 63 so he and mom were shorted in making the fifty.

  6. Faye says:

    A lovely post. Is it possible we may make sixty years together in 2030? David and I. . At this stage even being still alive seems like a vision. ONLY GOD!
    Congratulations to both of you!
    We are aiming for a quiet island holiday when we both turn 80 in 2023. Even that is a God Goal one day at a time. We chose each other. Both after deciding we would not not get married. Then BOOM our lives connected and the rest is history (So it has been said). Blessings!

  7. Salvageable says:

    Beautiful history. J.

  8. Mamalava says:

    This is beautiful! Congratulations!

  9. Aww…such sweet and lovely memories. Wonder of wonder – God has chosen us. Wonder of wonder – God put you and Sammy together. God bless y’all.

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