“Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height.” We gave it the old college try. Through 17 years of marriage.
In April, 1966, I accepted a job transfer to Toronto with my employer, Imperial Oil. I missed Halifax. I made two visits home over the summer, spending all of my time with Mart. In September I resigned my position, returning to Halifax, Mart and I picking up as if nothing ever happened.
Before I got home, he found an apartment for me. He asked me to marry him in December. We set a June wedding date as that was the soonest Mart’s parents could be here for our celebration. My father was going to pay for the wedding, but got drunk and angry with me so he didn’t. I paid. He did walk me down the aisle. Although, my mother did work on him over a period of years, and he paid us for the costs of the reception for about 125 people. Again, I wish I had kept some wedding pictures.
We got congratulatory letters from his parents. The letters reflect that Mart’s education was still uppermost on his parents’ minds. It was great to have their support and helpful advice for our marriage. His mom was right, trust and communication in a marriage is most important. Never occurred to us we weren’t doin’ it right all along.
Oakwood House – Dartmouth – Mart and I went to parties here twice! His Grade XII all-night party June, 1961, and our wedding reception, June 17, 1967.
It’s now an old folks home. I am hoping not to visit it any time soon.
Isobelisnecessary 