The '80s and '90s are going to jumbled because I lost my momentum with the eye problem. I think it was the end of the '70s and beginning of the '80s when I left off.
For us, the most memorable event of 1980 was the celebration of our 25th Wedding Anniversary, a snowy day in March.
We awoke the day before the celebration at 6:30 a.m. The weatherman forecast 1-2 inches of snow. I began to panic as I looked out the window and saw the snow flurries softly covering the street. My sister, Ruby, called from Chicago and said it looked bad there, also.
We arose and began our preparations and trips to the bakery, rental agency, florist, airport, train station, and bus depot. The snow continued and blizzard conditions were obvious. We had many tasks to complete and the snow had already reached three inches.
There was no way our relatives could get through from Chicago and Louisiana and the people in town were snowbound. I began to worry about having dead relatives and friends all over the highway because they were trying to make it to Ann Arbor. I was inconsolable at that thought.
Suddenly, I heard a grinding in the driveway. I looked out and our son was stuck. We finally dug him out while the phone rang continuously. Prayers were being offered for the snow to stop.
My friend, Barbara, called to see if we were canceling the rehearsal. I hesitated and suggested that we wait. One son finally arrived from the airport with guests, another son left to pick up guests from the train station and someone else picked up relatives at the bus station. Several relatives called at 3:30 p.m. alerting us that they were at Exit 52 on I-94 and should arrive in Ann Arbor in two hours. I knew then that everything would be OK. Let's get it on, Barbara.
Our prayers were answered as the snow stopped in the early evening with close to 10 inches of snow. We skidded all the way to the church. The organist, soloist, best man, and a couple of ushers and attendants were still trying to make it, but I no longer worried.
Someone found a snow removal service to help up get to the rehearsal dinner which was a beautiful affair. Back home and then another trip to the airport to pick up our son, Corey, at 10:00 p.m.
The next day, Sunday, the sun glistened on the silent snow. When we arrived at the church for the Renewal of Vows, over 200 guests had made it through that dangerous storm.
I never felt closer to friends and family.