by Jean C. Gordon
Say February and what comes to mind? Why, Valentine's Day and love. So for my inaugural Classic and Cozy blog, I thought I'd tell you how I met my Valentine. After all, first meets are an important scene in any romance.
We were college freshman at Genessee Community College taking a beginning painting class. He was the artist. I thought it would be a fun class. Little did I know how fun. Since the supplies needed for the art class were expensive, the art instructor suggested we split the costs by teaming up and sharing supplies. After the first class, some of us were talking about where we were from, lived, whatever. He came over and asked if I wanted to split the supplies with him. He said he could pick them up after classes that day and drop them off at my parents' house where I lived on his way home. I could pay my half then. I figured he'd heard me say where I lived and that he lived nearby.
Leaving for on honeymoon |
He stopped by that evening with the supplies. Turned out, he lived several towns away. Our house wasn't on his way home from the college by any stretch of the imagination. But that's the kind of guy he is, willing to go out of his way to help someone. We married a year and a half later.
And here we are now.
How did you meet your Valentine?
Jean C. Gordon’s writing is a natural extension of her love of reading. From that day in first grade when she realized t-h-e was the word “the,” she’s been reading everything she can put her hands on. A professional financial planner and editor for a financial publisher, Jean is as at home writing retirement- and investment-planning advice as she is writing romance novels, but finds novels a lot more fun.
She and her college-sweetheart husband tried the city life in Los Angeles, but quickly returned home to their native Upstate New York. They share a 170-year-old farmhouse just south of Albany, NY, with their daughter and son-in-law, two grandchildren, and a menagerie of pets. Their son lives nearby. While Jean creates stories, her family grows organic fruits and vegetables and tends the livestock de jour.
Although her day job, writing and family don’t leave her a lot of spare time, Jean likes to give back when she can. She and her husband team-taught a seventh-and-eighth-grade Sunday school class for several years and currently serve on her church’s Evangelism Committee. She also shares her love of books with others by volunteering at the church’s Book Nook.
You can keep in touch with her at www.Facebook.com/JeanCGordon.Author, www.JeanCGordon.com, @JeanCGordon or PO Box 113, Selkirk, NY 12158.
Sweet story, Jean. How did I meet my Valentine? I cut an algebra class to go ice skating.
ReplyDeleteAw - Isn't love great. I saw my HUb walking acrossd a parking lot and said to my co-worker, "I'm going to marry him." Then I made sure we "accidently" met. The rest is 35 year history.
ReplyDeleteI loved your story, Jean! I met my future hubby in a community college class too. His name is Ardell and mine's Sydell, so we compared notes and thought that must be prophetic. We just celebrated our 43rd wedding anniversary.
ReplyDeleteI love hearing about romance. My hubby proposed when he was 11 and I was 3. This past Thanksgiving we celebrated 51 years together.
ReplyDeleteGreat story.Wishing you and your Valentine many more.
ReplyDeleteJust got home from work to check in. My employer blocks all blogger.com blogs. Love everyone's stories.
ReplyDeleteThat is so sweet! I met my honey in (of all places) a nightclub when a friend stood me up. He bet his friend five dollars he'd leave with me (he didn't). But he did get my phone number, and when I saw the friend who stood me up the next day, I told her she might have done me a favor. I said, "If this guy does call me, I'm going to marry him." He did. I did. :-)
ReplyDeleteLove your story, Loretta!
ReplyDeleteJean do either of you still paint? I'm sure he's a lovely, generous guy but I have a feeling he went right out of his way to help YOU that day LOL
My husband and I met 40 years ago playing in a band for a play--They Shoot Horses Don't They? A mutual friend was the Musical Director. We've been together ever since.