Today is our anniversary. 51 years ago today, my wife and I got married in a little church in Mayville, New York. No, we didn't live in Mayville, in fact, we didn't live in New York, either. Maybe I should explain.
My future father-in-law thought that I was plenty good enough to date his daughter but every time I asked his permission to marry his daughter, he set extremely high, unreachable goals that I would have to meet before he would even consider his blessing on our union, so the two of us decided to elope.
Almost everyone from Pennsylvania who eloped, ran off to Maryland. So, we headed to New York. Since we had run up to Presque Isle on Lake Erie on Saturdays a couple of times before to enjoy the beach and the water, it was not unusual that my wife to be, my best friend and his date, and I headed up that way. So it was all set, when we had been up there a few weeks earlier, we made all the arrangements.
It just so happened that my Aunt was visiting my parents and the night before our eloping, we invited them along, too. I thought my Mom was going to fall off her chair, but they agreed. We had a very nice wedding and spent our honeymoon in Ohio. Of course we called my wife's parents . . . that didn't go over too well.
Our start to married life was a little rocky, but things calmed down and we were all a big happy family. Hard for me to believe that it was 51 years ago. It just can't be because my wife is only 29 and I am only 31 but accused of being six years old some times. It has been quite a journey and one I am glad I took. Now, you all have a great day and feel free to celebrate our anniversary, you hear?