One of my readers asked why I don’t write about the in-laws I have. I will tell you that I have written about them, but not too many times since they came on the scene after I met my wife Ramona.
So let’s journey back in time to those days when this fellow met one of the most dazzling young ladies of all time.
When I first saw her, she was a blue-eyed beauty with short hair, wearing a full skirt, sweater and a little scarf around her neck. She was tall and did not have any blemishes to speak of.
I decided right then I would like to meet her. So one of my good friends introduced me to her.
I did not see her for two weeks.
Then one day while in town, I thought I would call her up and see if she would like to go on a date. Little did I know that question would lead to a future with Ramona for the rest of my life.
So that Saturday evening, I drove up to her home in my 1946 Dodge, went to the door and the first person I saw was a pretty lady named “Mom Sarah.” She invited me in and then told Ramona her new friend was here.
I met her sister, Mary Kay, her two brothers, Fred and Steve, and then I thought to myself, where is her dad? I was told he was off working in his heating and plumbing business and probably would be late getting home, so I could meet him then. I saw pictures of her brother, Tim, who signed up for the Navy. I would probably not meet him for several months, if I was around that long.
The next week I met Pop McKee. Here was a tall, thin man who was strong as an ox. He had a beer in one hand and the other one stretched out to greet me. Nice guy, I thought at this first meeting. He showed me his collection of guns and said he used each of them for different purposes.