Marriage, that most curious of journeys
Complexity — consternation — confusion
Two different persons, one single union
Like a ship in a storm
Or the kiddies at play
How does this smorgasbord even survive?
My wife and I, born into alternate worlds
She from Philadelphia; I, the North Woods
Friends are amazed, think we’re alien beings
Yet we’ve stuck together for
Fifty
Odd
Years
My wife came of age on the Main Line
A student of classics at the High School for Girls
French Literature, Balzac and Baudelaire
Weekend outings at the Philly Art Museum
Or Wanamakers for tea sandwiches and pink lemonade
The passions of her soul: The Opera, The Symphony
And following the Queen and her flock
Meanwhile
my family lived in the central U.P.
A house made of pine in a forest on the river
Youthful snippets:
Camping at Mason Park
Shooting hoops with my brother on the snow and ice
Roy Rogers and Dale Evans at the Saturday matinee
The highlight: The U.P. State Fair at Escanaba
The demolition derby…the freak show…the Country Music Cavalcade
And most thrilling of all: The Green Bay Packers!!!
So how did we come together? — such a blur
But she thought the North Woods romantic
And I found the Big City EYE-POPPING!
We’ve attended the opera for all the years since
Resistant at first but
I’ve slowly improved
Late August we go to the county fair
which sets my heart thumping
The goats and the sheep, bloomin’ onions, the bumper cars
My wife loves the rabbits and the ferris wheel
If it weren’t for me, she might have missed out
I think this must be the key secret of marriage:
Each brings different treats to the table
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