Update to post June 6, 2017: Dad went to heaven three years ago, and waits for mom to join him. I was with my mom on their 61st anniversary and visited Dad’s grave with her.
This love story started in the summer of 1955 when Jeanette, a Minnesota schoolteacher, took a trip to Yellowstone Park and met a Montana cowboy named Red. Ten days later, Jeanette returned to Minnesota and started writing letters to Red.
That winter, Red put a ring in his pocket, loaded a freshly shot elk in his truck, and drove to the tiny town of Clontarf, Minnesota. He gave the ring to Jeanette and the elk to her father. On June 6, 1956, after a ten-day courtship and nine months of letter writing, they married.
But that’s not the love story. The love story is the next
57 61 (and counting) years.
The love story is this: five living children and one baby in heaven, six moves from Montana to California to Washington State, four sons-in-law, one daughter-in-law, 17 grandchildren,
14 19 great-grandchildren (and counting), sickness and health, richer and poorer, living their faith and loving their family every day until death parts them and they are reunited in heaven.
In the acknowledgements page in The Well, I wrote this to my mom and dad:
Thanks, also, to my parents, who measure success in faith and family. You are the richest people I know.
My hope is to be as much of an inspiration to my children as my mom and dad are to me.
What is your parents’ love story? How does it inspire you?