I was seventeen, rather plain in my estimation, but a good student. We didn't have much money in my family so when fifteen and a half I approached the nearest grocery store and asked if I could have a job when I turned 16. This actually happened, and I was able to work part-time and help my family.
It was November 1955 and I got a phone call from a guy with a very nice voice who said that one of my school friends had told him that I would like classical music.
He had specifically asked her who she knew who might like ballet and classical music and for some reason, she gave him my name. Now why she did this I never knew and never found out.
He asked me out for that next Friday night, and of course, I had to work until nine in the evening. My curfew even though I was near eighteen years old was midnight.
I agreed but explained the curfew. My Younger sister answered the door and came in our room where I was still getting ready....and she said that he was really cute. I began to get a little nervous wondering if he would like me.
When I went into the living room to meet him it was wonderful.......he had such great eyes! He was about five feet ten inches tall to my five feet two inches and it seemed just right when he stood up.
He took me to the Luna theater in Chicago to see The Bridges of Toko-Ri. He had just come back from a tour in South Korea and he wanted to share that with me.
I remember vividly turning my head to see his face in profile in the theater and he had long curly eyelashes.
I felt so comfortable with him and he made me feel pretty.
Our second date several weeks later again was in Chicago and we went to an opera, Puccini's LaBoheme, which I had never seen. It was magical.
That was the beginning of a love that lasted over fifty years until his death. We had a romantic and happy marriage and seven children.