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So you've heard about my parents, Rick and Debby, on this blog before. And you may have known them longer than me. Maybe you've never met them. Either way, I'm almost certain you'll enjoy their love story as much as this oldest son of theirs did.
In the words of my Dad (as typed and edited by my Mom)...
We met in the spring of 1965 at a mom-and-pop soda shop called “The PenSupreme.” That was the first girl named “Debby” I’d ever met and I kept forgetting her name. For several weeks after that we danced with each other at Saturday Night Club at the YMCA, or another familiar dance hang-out called “The Varsity.” After several weeks of getting to know each other, I asked Debby on our first date. We went to see a movie called, of all things, The Art of Love. It was about two single guys in Paris going around to art museums looking for girls.
Before school started in the fall, I gave Debby my class ring and we did the in thing of “going steady.” We dated for two years, then broke up and dated other people for awhile and then got back together for Debby’s senior year. As Debby approached graduation, we talked about getting engaged and eloping. I asked Debby’s dad if he approved of us getting married and he said as long as you elope like her mother and I did. He was kidding, but when my mother (Sarah) figured out we wanted to elope, she encouraged us to have a small family wedding.
On the night of May 28, 1969, we went for a prime rib dinner at the Colonial Restaurant in Hagerstown, Maryland. I proposed to Debby after dinner and she accepted. We set our wedding date for June 28, 1969. I was 20. Debby was 18.
In the next four weeks we planned a wedding and made several major purchases – a wedding gown that fit perfectly and a suit, my first ever, at the encouragement of Debby’s mother. We also chose a best man and maid of honor, lined up flowers and a reception and personally invited family and friends to join us on that special day.
We had an evening wedding planned and in the morning of that day, my best man and I went bass fishing at the Potomac River. When we got home we washed my brand new 1969 Candy Apple Red Ford Mustang Mach I so it would be ready for the Honeymoon. When my best man went to move the car, the door came open and caught on my dad’s car, and tore the door off. News traveled fast and when Debby found out, she said if we couldn’t go on our honeymoon, the wedding was off. But her dad came to the rescue and said we could use his car and gas card for our Honeymoon. They always say something memorable happens on your wedding day, and that was certainly ours! We had a wonderful ceremony and a nice celebration at the reception – and that was the beginning of a dedicated life together. Even though we were a young couple starting out, we made a decision that our marriage would be God-centered and that we would take our vows seriously. We celebrated our 38th Wedding Anniversary this past June.
So there you have it. The cool thing is that it ain't the end of the story. I continue to see their love grow. What a foundation they have laid for me. What a blessing they are! Love ya both!
In the words of my Dad (as typed and edited by my Mom)...
We met in the spring of 1965 at a mom-and-pop soda shop called “The PenSupreme.” That was the first girl named “Debby” I’d ever met and I kept forgetting her name. For several weeks after that we danced with each other at Saturday Night Club at the YMCA, or another familiar dance hang-out called “The Varsity.” After several weeks of getting to know each other, I asked Debby on our first date. We went to see a movie called, of all things, The Art of Love. It was about two single guys in Paris going around to art museums looking for girls.
Before school started in the fall, I gave Debby my class ring and we did the in thing of “going steady.” We dated for two years, then broke up and dated other people for awhile and then got back together for Debby’s senior year. As Debby approached graduation, we talked about getting engaged and eloping. I asked Debby’s dad if he approved of us getting married and he said as long as you elope like her mother and I did. He was kidding, but when my mother (Sarah) figured out we wanted to elope, she encouraged us to have a small family wedding.
On the night of May 28, 1969, we went for a prime rib dinner at the Colonial Restaurant in Hagerstown, Maryland. I proposed to Debby after dinner and she accepted. We set our wedding date for June 28, 1969. I was 20. Debby was 18.
In the next four weeks we planned a wedding and made several major purchases – a wedding gown that fit perfectly and a suit, my first ever, at the encouragement of Debby’s mother. We also chose a best man and maid of honor, lined up flowers and a reception and personally invited family and friends to join us on that special day.
We had an evening wedding planned and in the morning of that day, my best man and I went bass fishing at the Potomac River. When we got home we washed my brand new 1969 Candy Apple Red Ford Mustang Mach I so it would be ready for the Honeymoon. When my best man went to move the car, the door came open and caught on my dad’s car, and tore the door off. News traveled fast and when Debby found out, she said if we couldn’t go on our honeymoon, the wedding was off. But her dad came to the rescue and said we could use his car and gas card for our Honeymoon. They always say something memorable happens on your wedding day, and that was certainly ours! We had a wonderful ceremony and a nice celebration at the reception – and that was the beginning of a dedicated life together. Even though we were a young couple starting out, we made a decision that our marriage would be God-centered and that we would take our vows seriously. We celebrated our 38th Wedding Anniversary this past June.
So there you have it. The cool thing is that it ain't the end of the story. I continue to see their love grow. What a foundation they have laid for me. What a blessing they are! Love ya both!
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