Carol,

As you can plainly see I'm a man of few words. When I met Ruth I was so infactuated I was going to write a love story and give it to her. The reason being I was very bashful. Words stuck in my throat. At first she may have thought: Maybe he might be a little retarded. In any event we started to go on dates. She lived on a farm about a mile down the road. Her dad used to raise melons, carrets and the like. He was getting up in age and decided to raise pigs and a few cattle a couple of years before I met Ruth. Truck farming was getting too labor intensive for him.

You guessed it! After three years I finaly got up the courage to open my mouth and asked her if she would like to consider marrying me if I would ask. (I wasn't to handy with words at the time). This all took place in her barnyard after we came home from a date to the local drive-in movie. My hands trembling and sweat whelling up on my forehead, she with a rather loud bellow, exclaimed, Yes yes yes, anything to get away from these stinking old pigs. After fifty two years of blissful togetherness we are still together. Ruth still sticks with her decision never regreting her choice. I guess it's in all the way one looks at things.

I am glad I never wrote that romance story that you say I should right, but decided to live it instead. I too am sticking with my decision.

Too bad about you being speechless. I must say you'r the first woman I have ever met in that condition. Could you coach Ruthie?

Grandpa Doug