At a New Year's dance, put on by a feed/lumber store, for their customers.
We danced a bit, she was mad at her Dad, I said I'd take her home.
It was snowed in, and by the time I got her home by the only open road, it was 54 miles - each way.
I'd known her Dad and Grandad (an old cattle trader) for some years, so I asked for a date (she denies this), and showed up the following Friday.
That was Jan 5, 1974 - we got hitched Dec 20, 1975. 50 years together, married 48.
My old lady aunts swore it would never last - sometimes I think they were right!
I tell her that the only guys who married her, or her sisters, were the guys who could find their house the second time.
