The Paw Paw River Journal
Shot through the heart!
OK, Dear Readers here’s fair warning! Next week comes along St. Valentine’s Day. All you guys get some sort of a valentine for your significant other. I’ve been thinking about it, and I just don’t know what to do about a greeting for my Chief Accountant. We’ve been together so many years and have celebrated many of these days together… all of them landmarks. She doesn’t need perfume… bottles are already lined up waiting for her to sample them. She has plenty of blouses…
I could buy her a bottle of brandy, but she would only say, “All right, you know I’ll never drink it. I’ll just have to give it to you.” I am absolutely out of ideas, so guess I’ll write a column about our life together and tell her it is for her! Hope you won’t find it boring!
We attended church in Watervliet as long as Marion’s Mom was with us, because that was their family church. Marion was baptized there as a baby, as I was when I came home from WWII and we were planning on getting married. I finished my course of instructions, got baptized, confirmed… and then we were married… all at St. Joseph’s. Our four children were all baptized there and confirmed. As far as Hartford is concerned, when plans were afoot to build the new church out across from Maple Hill Cemetery, I was on the committee for the fund drive. So we are at home either place.
We have always tried to go to church together… and take the kids. I think it is so important to have an underlying religious awareness. So, maybe they will not continue in your choice of a house of worship. But they will always have that foundation of beliefs to which they were exposed.
After church on a Saturday we always went out for dinner somewhere. One of our favorites was a Chinese restaurant on the east side of Kalamazoo. We got to know the owners and received special treatment there. I can remember one night I looked at my fortune cookie… it said, “You will take a chance on something in the near future!”
Now, this was most propitious, so I showed it to Marion, and we both laughed. Then I leaned over and whispered to her, “How would you like to take a chance on something?”
She just smiled sweetly and replied, “Not right now!” And I’m sure she was thinking (as I was) back to our days in Ann Arbor. We always read our horoscopes in The Ann Arbor Daily News… One day she came in with the newspaper, trying to keep a straight face and said, “Would you like to see my horoscope for today?”
So I took the paper… for Gemini (the Twins) it read, “Someone near and dear to you is going to give you a small present. Remember it’s not the size of the gift that counts, but the thought behind it!” And we both laughed… I had to admit it was funny.
Yes, she is a Gemini… always has been and always will be. I tell people that she was born under the sign of the Twins, and when we go to bed at night, I never know which twin it is going to be! Perhaps that has helped to make our life together an adventure.
Anyway, on Saturday nights after dinner, we would usually go to someone’s house and play dominoes… now this was not your average game of dominoes… it could get to be pretty serious. At a friend’s house, this one guy really cut some capers. It seems he could not make a wrong move. And it really flummoxed his wife. I could see her finally starting to steam, because she could get nowhere in the game.
Finally I decided to give him a word of warning. I said, “You know there was this couple who had been out on a Saturday night. When they got home, the husband got ready and crawled into bed. His wife was still sitting out in the living room with a magazine. Finally he said, ‘Aren’t you ever coming to bed?’ She answered, ‘Just a minute… I’m reading Glamour magazine.’ He grumbled a minute, then said, ‘Well, if you come on in here, you can read The Saturday Evening Post!’”
Then I said to my friend who had such winning ways, “If you don’t take it a little easier on your wife, there won’t be any Saturday Evening Post!”
And his wife chimed right in, “He won’t even get The Reader’s Digest!”
I never realized how important my Chief Accountant’s medical background would be in helping us through the difficulties in life. She has always been there with good advice. She knew what to do when our little ones got sick. She accompanied me into surgery twice as an RN. She also did the same for other friends and family members. When one of our daughters broke her wrist, Marion worked on it to relieve the pain, then took her to Dr. Carl Boothby’s office. He X-rayed it and said, “Well, you have it aligned perfectly… all I have to do is put a cast on it!”