Before marriage … 1958
As
I wrote in my last entry Dick and I met early in 1958 and married in
August of the same year. We'd pretty much made up our minds about
this after just a few dates and the next step was to find a place to
live. We settled on what we could afford which was a small railroad
apartment on the West Side.
These
were exciting months for us. I was still working at WABC and Dick was
enlarging his contact list of clients and of course we were making
plans for our upcoming marriage. I remember one day in particular.
We 'd both agreed that it would be smart to have a routine physical
just on the off chance that something was wrong and could be
corrected before our wedding.
On
this day we'd just left the Doctor's office and Dick was saying how
it was a breeze and he was glad we'd been pro-active. He then asked
me why I was so quiet … was anything wrong? I turned to him and
in a serious voice I said, “I'm glad too but I can't help but
wonder why the Dr. had to have his hands all over me for just a
routine exam.”
“WHAT
?” yelled Dick, and he spun around and started running back to the
Dr's office. I raced after him ...shouting that I was
joking ... but I couldn't catch him. He was still yelling and I
had visions of his barging into the Dr's office and decking the poor
man before he could get a word out
Luckily
the office was on the third floor and the elevator wasn't available.
It gave me just enough time to thank him for caring so much and to,
once again, tell him that it was just my crazy
sense of humor. At
first he looked aghast and then he started to laugh. I was so
relieved but little did I know that, for the rest of our lives, he'd
remind me of this every time I complained about one of his pranks!
posted by Ginnie at 5:00 PM
7 Comments:
Your marriage must have been hilarious if you joked each other that way. Your husband was a good sport!
Your sense of humor has gotten you thru a lot, hasn't it?
Good one, Ginnie!
Oh, you imp!
Phew, saved by a busted elevator. Pretty sure he caught on to your humor in a hurry after that.
Uh oh. What a story. Good your husband discovered early that you are such a kidder. I bet it made for an interesting time, being with you.
Drs can be strange, so I believed you. I once saw a doctor here in WashingtonDC who insisted the best way to examine a breast was to turn off the lights and shine a flashlight through it. My friends laughed when I told them about ir. I was awfully naive in those days.
Funny story, you rascal! My husband and I were engaged 6 months after we met and married 6 months after that. My sister was even quicker than that. Both marriages have lasted over 30 years so far. :)
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