It really all began January 1, 1956. That
day a group of us, organized by me and
Gord Fairbank, spent the day skating on the frozen canal in
Peterborough, Ontario. We were a group of about 20, and the plan was to visit the Gibson Family for dinner and skate , leaving for home about 9 o'clock. We played hockey, skated, played hockey and skated,ate dinner and drove home. Nothing seemed too
significant. But everything changed for both Ken and me. Before that day all I
knew about Ken was that He was skinny kid from Parry Sound who was working for a year before he went to University and then Medical school. Several days later I received
a letter from Ken telling me that I had the qualities he wanted in a wife, and that I should get read, because some time he was going to ask me to marry me. I laughed out loud, and couldn't conceive of the audacity of this young man. But we have been a pair from that day to now.
The celebration last night was wonderful in every direction. Now I wish every one of you a happy and healthy new year.
1 comment:
Happy New Year! I've also been following your blog with great interest and feel like I'm getting to know you better.
I always wanted someone to discover me and say that they wanted me in their life. Your story about Ken is great!
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