My parents were hot into CB Radio world and their house was the "BA Parking Lot". They became CB buddies with a young couple and the husband, Lyndall was a year ahead of me in high school. I really didn't know him in school but got to know him through the CB stuff. He married a girl that went to school in Tulsa, Jana. Okay...whew...here we go...Jana went to grade school through to high school with Gail (the Gail, my friend later who passed away). Gail was married to Kelly who was The Hubby's best friend. Have I confused everyone here. The solar system is beginning to churn here. Jana and Lyndall lived in Tulsa in a house across from the fairgrounds. They were going to have a cookout/party and I was going. There was volleyball and cards and drinking and stuff. The Hubby was supposed to meet up with an ex-girlfriend and probably get back together with her that night. Gail and Kelly were highly opposed to that as it was not a healthy relationship. They convinced The Hubby that he just had to go to this party because there was this girl there that he just had to meet, MWAAAAA! I was out in the back yard with my long hair, down to my butt, in a halter top and hip-hugger jeans playing volleyball when this tall
good looking guy with long blonde hair walked through the back door.
Wow, he was, WOW! I was immediately smitten...
We played a bit of volleyball, ate a bite and then went inside to talk and play cards. I was a shark at cards back then so I beat him at every hand. Not sure what we played, been way too many years ago. He was smoking that night and I told him I hated it. He never smoked again! We talked and talked nearly all night. My brother had driven my car home so I was without transporation. I think the planners of the meet up set that all up. He offered to drive me home very late in his cute little orange Volkswagon Beetle and I accepted. I actually didn't even have a pair of shoes on. Back in those days I never wore shoes, barefoot, halter top, hip hugger jeans, hair down to my butt, I was a wannabe hippie! I sat Indian style in the Beetle with dirty feet singing to the top of my lungs to the radio. I was a sight I'm sure. We pulled up at the house and I was thrilled when he asked if he could call and needed the phone number. He reached inside the glove box and actually had a little notebook (his little black book I thought) and took my number down. He went around, opened my door and walked me to the front door where he gently kissed me. Yeah, I was instantly in love with this guy. I had never, ever been treated as nicely from any guy I had gone out with. He was a gentleman. The next morning, I say morning but it was actually noonish, my phone began to ring, but not from The Hubby. It was my friend Jana who was going back and forth talking to Gail who was talking to The Hubby. These two were busy getting the feedback from us on whether we wanted to go out again, did he/she like he/she...on and on the phone calls went. He told Gail who told Jana that I was "built like a brick s__t house...hey, I was impressed. Finally, he called and asked if I wanted to go out. Sure. We went to see The Great Waldo Pepper and I got to meet his mother and one of his brothers at their house. It was constant contact from that moment on. Our little universe was created on March 23, 1975, we were married January 23, 1976. That is my story. Hope you followed.