They were married in the Albany United Methodist Church on Easter Sunday, March 25, 1951, in the small town in which they grew up. They met seventy-five years ago when Joyce was only ten years old and David was twelve. Joyce had just moved to Albany, and it was her first day of school. It was a terrible stormy day; my father describes the rain as like being in a car wash. He said, “It was coming down in droves.” When my Mom anxiously arrived at the front door, drenched from head to toe, the doors swung open and there stood my Dad – a skinny boy with thick curly red hair. He said she looked like a “wet chicken.” Daddy says, “He kindly got attached to her on that day, and thought he ought to take her home.” As they grew up they became friends and eventually sweethearts. Daddy used to take her places on his bicycle. Mama would ride on his handlebars along with his dog, Patsy, in the basket. One of their favorite activities growing up was dancing. My Dad’s mom owned Snow’s Café where they would play music on the jukebox and dance after the café closed for the evening or they would drive down to an old cement country bridge and clean it off so they could dance to the car radio. They still enjoy meeting with their friends each week to dance. Dad proposed to my Mom on his twenty-fifth birthday when they were riding in the rumble seat of a friend’s car. They were married three months later. Mama remembers Rebecca Sawyer following them out of town in her daddy’s patrol car with the siren blaring. My parents moved to Michigan when my Mom was offered a teaching job in Grand Rapids. They have lived in Michigan for over 50 years, but still refer to Albany as their home. Their lives have been centered on their family. They have raised four children and have been blessed with eleven grandchildren and nine great grandchildren. Daddy says, “I rescued her 75 years ago, and her she is today.”