Today, August 8, is our 57th wedding anniversary. Hard to believe we’ve been together that many years! We celebrated with friends on Wednesday evening, but this afternoon, we’ve had fun reading a stack of old letters that we wrote to each other during August of 1957, the year before we married.
Robin and I had been seeing each other almost every day in college since early spring of 1957. That’s when we began to be serious about each other, so this was the first time we had been apart for any length of time. Late in July, we finished summer school at Northwestern State College in Natchitoches, Louisiana, and then I left with my parents and younger sister, Cathy, to go to Blue Ridge Assembly, the Y.M.C.A conference grounds in North Carolina, for several weeks. My dad was helping conduct several conferences, and I played the piano for group singing at the worship services and other events.
In the meantime, Robin was down on the Louisiana Gulf Coast, working on an oil rig off shore from Morgan City. He helped in the kitchen, bussed tables, made beds, and even did a little painting on the rig to earn more money for school.
Our letters are full of love! Each of us was so lonesome for the other! We’d tell each other about the events of our day, but we’d always end with our desire to be together again. We could hardly wait!
You might be wondering how we happen to still have all those old letters. Well, sentimentalist that I am, I had saved them in an old corsage box! After we married in 1958, I stored them away, and then we carried them with us when we moved from Shreveport to Tupelo in 1971. Thirty-two years later, in 2003, I found that old box in the attic. It was tattered and brown, but I rescued the letters and stored them in a clear plastic case to bring them along on our move to Hot Springs Village.
I guess you could say these old love letters have been on the same “journey” as we have these past 57 years. What a great journey it has been!