I met my Valentine Feb 14, 1965
My position as an Instructor at Penn State was contingent on my working on a doctoral degree. After 2 1/2 years, my doctoral program was not going well, and I was looking for a job at a small college.
A colleague acquaintance, used a transparent ploy to “set me up” to meet a graduate student friend of hers. In November, she gave me a college bulletin which had an article about the speech department at a small college in Ohio, and told me I had to return it “in person!”. It took me several months of praying to get up the courage to call the girl. By “coincidence”, I arranged to return the bulletin on February 14th, 1965, Valentine’s Day, when the graduate women’s dorm was having an open house.
When I met Betty, I knew immediately that my prayer was answered! We talked for a couple of hours about things we had in common, then I walked across campus to a pay phone and called my mother in Michigan. “Guess what Mom, I just met the girl I’m going to marry.”
Mom’s response was, “don’t get hurt.”
After my carefully planned courtship, I proposed to Betty May 1st, 76 days later. We married August 14, on her birthday. Now, 55 years later, I can safely say — I didn’t get hurt, I got blessed!
Happy Valentine’s Day Betty!