Sunday, April 18, 2010

Happy 40th to Me and My Sweetie!

Forty years ago today I went out with my future husband for the first time. He was in a band called Quiet -- he played bass guitar -- and he invited me to one of their practice sessions. We'd known each other since he moved to my area the year before. He lived in Park Ridge briefly when his family first moved to the U.S. from England, but he didn't really feel at home until he started attending my high school -- known as "the hippie school" back in the day.  

I'd always been an Anglophile, thanks to early indoctrination by Agatha Christie and the Beatles, so I knew the instant a new English guy arrived at our school. We both worked on the school newspaper and we were both solid Beatle fans. It wasn't long before we became friends.

For a long time, that's all it was. Of course I "noticed" him, but I was still in a long-distance relationship with a boyfriend who had moved to another state and he (future husband) seemed to be dating a good friend of mine. I knew they were friends, but didn't feel comfortable asking either of them if it was serious. Because I was just a friend. Right.

We were interested in a lot of the same books and music, and we talked a lot. He started calling me to tell me about concerts he'd been to. We carefully avoided talk of significant others. This was friends talking, nothing more.

But he told me -- years later -- that he would drive by my house a lot, and he often appeared in my dreams. I felt that my boyfriend and I were growing apart, but I wasn't sure he felt the same way. Because of that, I never thought anything would come of my interest in my English friend.

On April 18, 1970 everything changed. I went to see a lot of bands perform - I wrote about them for our school paper - so on the surface it was no big deal when he invited me to watch his band practice. But of course, it was different and we both knew it.

I remember watching something on TV about Paul McCartney's new solo album. I've checked back and it appears the official release date was Friday, April 17, 1970. We both remember listening to "Maybe I'm Amazed" and being completely knocked out by it. The words of the song also clarified a few things.

So anyway . . . April 18 has always been our "real" anniversary. I broke up with my boyfriend the next day and a few weeks later we attended our senior prom. I went to England with him a few months after that and in October 1971 we got married.

We still have the Beatles and a love of England in common, but we are opposites in soooo many ways. Somehow, it still works. When he's out of town, I'm excited for him to come home. I'm always happy to hear his voice on the phone. He is the best card giver ever. He was, and continues to be, a wonderful father to our two kids and the best husband in the world. Well, in MY world, anyway.

Forty years. 14,610 days (give or take two days). 21,037,950 minutes. And maybe I'm still amazed.


Anonymous said...

Beautiful tribute. Thank you for sharing. :)

Becke Davis said...

I'm feeling sentimental today!

Melina said...

What a lovely story! Beautiful photos too. Thanks for sharing. :-)

Anonymous said...

In your wedding pic, he looks a little like Davy Jones. The next time I see you two, I'll be looking at him a lot differently. What a lovely story. There's got to be a book in there, and he should be on the cover. Congrats to the both of you!

Loretta said...


I enjoyed this immensely:)...what a lovely story...and what good memories shared together. Thank you for sharing them with us:)


Becke Davis said...

Melina - looking at the pictures makes me feel OLD! Neither of us can believe it's been 40 years!!

Anon - I can see the Davy Jones a little, but Davy was too short for me. I started liking Peter Tork but Mike was the Monkee I would have liked to meet.

Thanks, Loretta - I enjoyed taking this trip down memory lane.

JoAnn Ross said...

Oh, having married my own h.s. sweetheart, your wonderful story so hits home! We'll be at 45 yrs this June. Amazing since no one -- including our parents (we felt as if we were living Romeo and Juliet or West Side Story) -- ever thought it would last beyond the first year.

I LOVED (!!!) your story and read it to my own sweetie, which allowed a nice trip for us together down memory lane. (Though, when we got married, I was shocked when he brought a bunch of Buck Owens country albums to our new apartment!)

Here's wishing you many, many more years together!


Becke Davis said...

Aw, JoAnn, that made me tear up. We were young and broke when we got married (Boone's Farm was the wedding toast, not champagne) and everyone thought we HAD to get married. (My dress was that empire style.) So of course we waited 12 years to have kids, just to prove a point. In our family the stubborn gene runs strong!

We had a great anniversary today. Sat on the deck while our cat basked in the sun - my husband played his guitar while I read a mystery (Alafair Burke's new one). And in a little while we're going to see the 3-D dragon movie. My idea of a perfect day!

Santa said...

A wonderful love story, Becke. Thanks.

Happy Anniversary!

Becke Davis said...

Hi Santa - thank you!

Anonymous said...

I love You Guys.......Life is Good isn't it!!!


Becke Davis said...

Pancho! Yes, it is very good - lots of good memories, and you're part them! Seems like you're doing well these days, but I can't believe you're a grandpa!!

Judith said...

I'm a little late here, but congratulations nevertheless. I still remember when you became a "couple" in the journalism class at Elk Grove High School. Your journey together is an inspiration and your tribute to Marty a very special gift indeed. The former Miss S wishes you many more such days and years together!

Becke Davis said...

Judy - I just noticed your post here! You were a great teacher and very patient with all the funny business we got up to in Journalism class. It couldn't have been easy since you were so close to us in age. And I know most of the guys in our class thought you were hot! ;-)

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