Jack Meador never believed in fortune tellers.
So when one offered to read his palm as he was walking down the street one evening in Jacksonville, Florida, where he was stationed in the Navy, he figured he’d go along with it. But he wasn’t convinced her fortune for him was very accurate.
“The three things she told me were, ‘You’re gonna be married, you’re gonna have three children, and you’re gonna be a boss,” Jack said. “I thought that was crazy.”
He didn’t think much of it after that day, until years later, when to his surprise, all three of those things came true.
Jack, who never thought he’d get married, had actually met his future wife already, several years before in 1948. They both worked at Stellite in the grinding department. Jack polished turbine blades for jet engines and a young woman named Mary Robey worked in the department office.
Mary definitely caught 18-year-old Jack’s eye at that time, but he was too shy to make a move.
“The thing I noticed about her was how she dressed,” he said. “She was a neat, nice-looking young lady.”
Nineteen-year-old Mary didn’t really pay attention to Jack.
“I was just another dumb guy,” Jack laughed.
After 14 months, Jack joined the Navy and was gone for four years. During his free time at training, he wrote letters.
One of his letters made its way to Mary, and when she got home from work and saw a letter from Jack waiting for her, she was a little confused. Mary never remembered telling him where she lived.
“I was flabbergasted because I was like, ‘How did he get my address?’” she said. “He didn’t even talk to me at work.”
Mary got five letters from Jack over the four years he was gone, and she always wrote back, but she also wrote back to all the other letters she got from guys who had joined the military, too.