HER-storian’s Corner [Thanks, Leila, for the fun suggestion!]
How I met my husband! Since this occurred on February 10
, 1962 [50 years ago this very month] I do think it qualifies as an Historical moment [definitely so for me!]At that time, we were college students – I was at Syracuse University and Richard at Hamilton College [an allmale bastion in that era]. With a group of my dorm mates, I traveled by bus through a blizzard for a TKEFraternity Pledge Party. We were late, the keg had been tapped early, and as I entered the door I saw him – Levis, white shirt, tie, tweed jacket, engineer boots, drinking from a pitcher of beer! My first reaction was, “Ohmy! That is the man I am going to marry!” Yet, although I loved reading romantic novels, I really did notthink that could ever happen! However, he was NOT my blind date – I was introduced to David Gruben [now an award winning producer of documentary films!] David asked what he could get for me, and I asked to beintroduced to my “mystery man”. He demurred saying Richard was the wildest guy in the fraternity and had just gotten off social probation. Eventually he relented and after our “introduction”, Richard just said, “Hi”,and walked away – obviously no thunderbolt for him! However, before the end of the evening, Richarddecided he needed a date for House Party Weekend and cut in on David on the dance floor!And, as they say, the rest is history . . . (her-story) Thank, Nancy !IT MUST HAVE BEEN MOONGLOW . . .I begged for stories of how couples first met – perhaps a little glimpse of first impressions but, alas, this plea got little response. So, I will share my own story of the luckiest day in my life and the early days of our sweetcourtship.We were introduced about 30 years ago through a mutual friend. She was a neighbor of his and anacquaintance of mine. My first impression of Philip – he was a bit formal but witty with old fashionedmanners. Later on I learned he practiced my difficult name by associating it with Hemingway's novel, “TheIslands in the Stream” which sounds a bit like Leeee I Luh – get it – Lee Islands . . .After our first date we spent a lot of time talking on the phone due to different work schedules. I wasserenaded with old standard tunes, before our time, such as, “Elmer's Tune” and “Moonglow.” It wasSpringtime in upstate NY and he was enjoying learning about raising goats and growing a garden. He wouldcome to see me with a quart of goat's milk in one hand and a bouquet of lilacs in the other. What girl couldresist this! This was also my introduction to Sharon Springs. I was absolutely taken aback when we firstdrove through the village. It was as if we had entered a time warp and had been transported to EasternEurope. It was when the summer concerts were held on the porch of the bathhouse, Route 10 was closed infront of the bathhouse, to accommodate chairs for the audience - they were set-up right in the road. Trafficwas detoured around the side streets. We went to the Imperial Baths for massages and therapeutic soaks inthe sulphur water. We imagined renting a room at The Adler where we would both take typewriters to beginour novels while smoking cigarettes and going through reams of paper. Little did we know that years laterwe would own a historical building in Sharon Springs and be a part of this intriguing village.