#52stories
The credit for this post goes to my Dad...
I was living in Southfield Michigan and Judy was in Pontiac, about 40 miles north. We were in the same Bloomfield Hills Stake but in different wards. I was attending BYU majoring in Music and Judy was still in High School. The stake was unique in that it had a powerful group of teens, and activities, plays, dances, roadshows etc. occupied much of our time and as a result, from a teens perspective, it was more like we were all in one Ward we were together so much.
While I was at BYU my father had a devastating stroke so I returned home, assuming I would return to school. Unfortunately he did not recover and was disabled for years. I had to stay in Michigan. One night I attended an activity in the Stake Center where a group of teens gathered. I admit I was doing a bit of trolling, and fortunately found Judy. She accompanied me to the hospital to visit dad...and we fell in love in the elevator.
That fall Judy went to BYU and I spent all of my money in the telephone booth in the convenience store. She kept talking about her archery instructor so when she returned for Christmas break I knew I had to make a move, and I drove her out to the stake center parking lot and did the ring thing. She was 18, I was an "adult" 21, so no reason to wait. We were married in the Logan Utah temple on 14June1960. The drive home served as our honeymoon, and we spent, literally our last cent, on dinner in Chicago. We moved in to my parents basement where we lived and where Judy worked at an advertising company, and I started my career at J.L. Hudson's and I went back to school at the University of Detroit and we helped with dad.
Be careful when you fall in love because this may be you about 57 years later!!!
