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Hi Joy,

Your post reminds me of an event which occurred about twelve years ago. The son-in-law of a lady I worked with felt very bad because it was Christmas and he had no money to buy his wife a gift. He was unemployed and times were hard. My friend asked me if I could write and print a book based upon The Twelve Days Of Christmas -- but, instead of A Partridge in a Pear Tree -- 2 Turtle Doves -- 3 French Hens, etc. -- we inserted things he promised to do for his wife during the coming year. So, we had something like: A Dinner Cooked Just For You -- 2 Times Washing Dishes -- 3 Times Vacuuming The Floors, etc.

I printed it in color and we bound it in book form -- with redeemable clip-out coupons for each task. His wife loved it.

So, as you said, Joy, it isn't what you can buy when you are flush with money that counts -- but, what you can give at other times, at all times: LOVE.

God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day,

Bill
Hi Mean,

You attended Samford University. Did you know a law professor there, Annette Clark Dodd? She died of cancer in 1993 -- but was at Cumberland School of Law from 1967 to 1993. Samford has named a scholarship in her honor.

She was a close friend in high school. When I was a senior and she was a junior, we used to dance in the gym during lunch. At Sheffield High, back then -- 1954/55, the cafeteria was adjacent to the gym. So, after a quick lunch, we would go into the gym, put on some 45 rpms (records for our younger Friends), and dance.

The girl's Phys Ed teacher, Ms. Hester, saw us and suggested we start a Lunch Time Dance Class -- with Annette and me as the instructors. To this day, I cannot hear "Cherry Pink And Apple Blossom White" by Perez Prado without remembering Annette and our lunch time dancing classes.

If you knew her at Samford, she probably had the appearance of a stiff neck law professor -- but, in high school days she had some smooth moves on the dance floor.

Just curious if you knew Annette when you were at Samford. She was a beautiful person, both inside, and outward to the world.

God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day,

Bill
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Originally posted by Bill Gray:
Hi Mean,

You attended Samford University. Did you know a law professor there, Annette Clark Dodd? She died of cancer in 1993 -- but was at Cumberland School of Law from 1967 to 1993. Samford has named a scholarship in her honor.

She was a close friend in high school. When I was a senior and she was a junior, we used to dance in the gym during lunch. At Sheffield High, back then -- 1954/55, the cafeteria was adjacent to the gym. So, after a quick lunch, we would go into the gym, put on some 45 rpms (records for our younger Friends), and dance.

The girl's Phys Ed teacher, Ms. Hester, saw us and suggested we start a Lunch Time Dance Class -- with Annette and me as the instructors. To this day, I cannot hear "Cherry Pink And Apple Blossom White" by Perez Prado without remembering Annette and our lunch time dancing classes.

If you knew her at Samford, she probably had the appearance of a stiff neck law professor -- but, in high school days she had some smooth moves on the dance floor.

Just curious if you knew Annette when you were at Samford. She was a beautiful person, both inside, and outward to the world.

God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day,

Bill


Bill,

I vaguely recall the name. I probably heard it from friends on campus. I was there from 80-84.

Mean
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Originally posted by meanasasnake:
My husband and I grew up 5 miles apart in a suburb of Birmingham. I first saw him when he was 14 and I was 12. He was a basketball and tennis player and I was a cheerleader. Of course he ignored me at that age, but he was best friends with my older sisters boyfriend and I would break my neck to see him at every opportunity. We were around one another for a few years and then he went to Alabama and disappeared. A few years later while I was a student at Samford, we ran into one another and began dating. He graduated from Alabama Law School and was offered a job in the U.S. Virgin Islands. It was the job of his dreams, in a beautiful place with incredible benefits. I was heartbroken. I had just graduated and began working for HHS and was loving it. He asked me to go with him, but I stayed. We broke up and went our separate ways. Every week he wrote me multiple letters and sent pictures of himself on his boat, in his lovely house, and on the beach. I wrote back giving him a daily report of my new life and work. Two years went by. One afternoon I came home from work, went to the grocery store and went into my little house. As always, I stepped onto the front porch to get my mail. There was his usual letter and a box. The letter was brief. Its said simply :"Open the box". I opened the box and it was full of sand and a tiny little Tiffany ring box. I opened it and there was my beautiful emerald cut engagement ring accompanied by a tiny note that said: "Open your door!". I opened my door and there he was. I cried for two days. We have been married 25 years.

P.S. He had called my parents and sweetly asked my Dad if it was O.K. Then he and my mother conspired to make this happen. My mother and sisters cried for two days as well. My dear old grandmother in New Orleans heard of all this and said : "Oh how sentimental. At least he is a lawyah".
.....I love this post,Meanie!!!!!!!!! Smiler
I’ve been married to my husband for 15 years. The only visual in my mind that I can best remember when he proposed to me was when he pulled a ring out of his pocket and I remember his hand was shaking.

He’s surprised me many times though out the years with special dates, flowers and jewelry. He’ll even pick up my favorite candy bar (hershey’s with almonds) occasionally when he is filling up his truck with gas. He always lets me be the one to pick which movie to see or rent. He always helps me put the folded clothes up or load the dishwater after we eat. In our old house, he’d always let me go first in the shower because the hot water would run out.

He loves, loves, loves our children. We have had four. He held our baby, who was born premature, for the fifteen minutes that he lived. He plays a game of around the world (basketball) with our boys just about every day. Several years ago, our little girl was going through chemotherapy. One evening, she felt well enough to play on the living room floor. We had just gotten back home from Memphis and I had tons of clothes to wash and other things to do. My husband said for me to go do those and he’d play and watch her. After getting everything cleaned, I was going to wash my hands and sit in the floor with them. You can see our living room floor from our kitchen sink and as I was washing my hands I asked how everything was going. My husband, with his back to me, just said, “Fine.” I called his name and he slowly turned around and had blue and purple eye shadow, pink glittery lips, and a pink hair clip in the top of his hair.

Two years after that, I was told that I had cancer. I’ve always felt self-conscience to be close to my mid-30s and having this one side of my face prematurely wrinkled from radiation damage. I had the funniest country boy mullet you’d ever seen where my hair had fallen out. I’d lost a lot of weight and literally looked like Olive Oyl. He was always complimenting me and telling me how great I looked, but I’d always think he was just trying to make me feel better. Two weeks ago I had a polyp and a cyst removed and he was helping me with my first shower after my surgery. I was standing in the shower trying to wash dried up betadine off. He pulled the curtain back and soaped a wash cloth and started gently cleaning my back. He helped me pull the clear tape off over my stitches. (On a side note, really, does that tape have to be so sticky? A one inch square piece of that tape could stick an elephant to the top on the Empire state building and hold it there during a category five storm.) After my shower, he softly dried me off and wrapped me up in a towel and kissed me. So, that’s the most romantic moment for me. Him letting me know he still wants me no matter what.

I love him so much it hurts.
I'll never forget valentines day one year when my husband instead of getting me a card from the store he wrote me a 2 page letter telling me how much he loved me. He told how much he appreciated me as a wife and a mother. He also let me know that the little things that I think he takes for granted are appreciated. It was beautiful! And, I cried!
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Originally posted by UnderContract:
What is the most romantic thing your significant other (past or present) has ever done for you?


Foot massages. Smiler


One of the quickest ways to a woman's heart is a foot massage. My ex fiance' used to love it when we would be sitting on the couch watching a movie, her on one end, feet in my lap giving her a massage. I didn't mind doing it either so it would almost become routine even when she wasn't expecting it. I would just get the towel and the lotion and it made her very happy.
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Originally posted by _Joy_:
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Originally posted by UnderContract:
Not always true, Ace! My husband knows to stay away from my feet.


Same here, UC. LOL

It could result in blunt force trauma to the head as I am very ticklish. A back massage, however, is a welcome treat.


Yeah I guess I should have paraphrased that by saying if a woman is not ticklish on her feet.

But after I got through with her feet then her back and shoulders were next.
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Originally posted by just saying:
I’ve been married to my husband for 15 years. The only visual in my mind that I can best remember when he proposed to me was when he pulled a ring out of his pocket and I remember his hand was shaking.

He’s surprised me many times though out the years with special dates, flowers and jewelry. He’ll even pick up my favorite candy bar (hershey’s with almonds) occasionally when he is filling up his truck with gas. He always lets me be the one to pick which movie to see or rent. He always helps me put the folded clothes up or load the dishwater after we eat. In our old house, he’d always let me go first in the shower because the hot water would run out.

He loves, loves, loves our children. We have had four. He held our baby, who was born premature, for the fifteen minutes that he lived. He plays a game of around the world (basketball) with our boys just about every day. Several years ago, our little girl was going through chemotherapy. One evening, she felt well enough to play on the living room floor. We had just gotten back home from Memphis and I had tons of clothes to wash and other things to do. My husband said for me to go do those and he’d play and watch her. After getting everything cleaned, I was going to wash my hands and sit in the floor with them. You can see our living room floor from our kitchen sink and as I was washing my hands I asked how everything was going. My husband, with his back to me, just said, “Fine.” I called his name and he slowly turned around and had blue and purple eye shadow, pink glittery lips, and a pink hair clip in the top of his hair.

Two years after that, I was told that I had cancer. I’ve always felt self-conscience to be close to my mid-30s and having this one side of my face prematurely wrinkled from radiation damage. I had the funniest country boy mullet you’d ever seen where my hair had fallen out. I’d lost a lot of weight and literally looked like Olive Oyl. He was always complimenting me and telling me how great I looked, but I’d always think he was just trying to make me feel better. Two weeks ago I had a polyp and a cyst removed and he was helping me with my first shower after my surgery. I was standing in the shower trying to wash dried up betadine off. He pulled the curtain back and soaped a wash cloth and started gently cleaning my back. He helped me pull the clear tape off over my stitches. (On a side note, really, does that tape have to be so sticky? A one inch square piece of that tape could stick an elephant to the top on the Empire state building and hold it there during a category five storm.) After my shower, he softly dried me off and wrapped me up in a towel and kissed me. So, that’s the most romantic moment for me. Him letting me know he still wants me no matter what.

I love him so much it hurts.


This is the sweetest thing I've read on these forums in a while. Good luck to you and your family, stay strong. You are both blessed with eachother and your children!
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I dunno if this qualifies as what most folks would call "romantic", but recently, on a Sunday night after a weekend full of domesticity - including kids bickering, household chores, and lots of other instances of what most folks might consider drudgery, my sweetie looked at me with her big, beautiful eyes, thanked me for a great weekend and said she wished the weekend didn't have to end. My heart just melted.
He looked to be around 90...the years had stacked on his frame and face like so many layers of dust and you could see that he had probably worked outside most of his life...His walk was in minnie steps or as some would say a shuffle...
Sitting in the wheel chair he was pushing was a woman who was near his age. She had a very small frame and wet would weight no more than 85 lbs. Her hair was as snowy as the rocky mountains but every strand was combed and in place. She appeared to have on a go to church type dress which cling to her frail body as sheet wraps over a clothes line. As I got closer I could see the lite rosy blush of make up on her cheeks and lipstick that accented her mouth but matched the makeup. On her ears were ear rings that hung like too large nuggets. At one time I am sure they were perfect for her face, but the earrings that some of you would now call costume pieces were too big due to the shrinking of her body over the years.
As I got closer I noticed that there was a certain look of infancy in her eyes and she appeared to see but yet did not recognize things that played before her face. They had come up on a small rise in the concrete path of the park and he was having trouble pushing the chair over the hump. I asked if I could assist and he stepped back to allow me to take his place. As I moved her over the hump, she looked back at me and smiled as to say thank you, but I am not really sure of the jesture. As I pushed her up the incline, he and I begin to talk. He and his wife had been married for 69 years. She had been his first love in grade school and the only time they had been a part was during his military service.
About three years ago she had a stroke that had damaged her body to the point that she could not dress her self, put her makeup on, or walk.
He had been doing that now for three years and stated, he thought over the years he had got pretty good at it. He went on to state that his neighbors came over to help sometimes, but he did not mind doing those things for her, as this was just his way of taking care of her, as she had taken care of him over throughout their marriage.
They had made a pact many a year ago that as they got older they would not put the other who was down, in a nursing home until they could no longer take care of each other.As we stopped so he could take a breather from the incline, he bent down and kissed her on the cheek and asked if she was OK. She grasped his hand but never said a word.
He went on talking about how every weekend on pretty days he and his wife would to on hikes in the woods. She loved nature and the animals that lived there. So! while they could no longer go to the woods they use to journey into he could bring her to the park. She enjoyed the fresh air and seeing mother nature.
He stated, he was not sure if she could recognize any of this anymore...but that did not matter. When he brought her to this place it helped him relive the memories of the times they held hands and made love in the leaves, so it was good for both of them.
I noticed that time had caught up with me and I had to leave. Asking if I could help him get her back to the car, he stated, thank you but no! They still had a little walking time left.
I turned and headed to the parking lot and as I looked back, I observed the old man shuffling her along the path, not sure if he was pushing or using the chair to keep his balance.
But as I sit down in that car,it came to my mind that I had just observed a real marriage..and the phrase until death do us part...
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Originally posted by UnderContract:
Not always true, Ace! My husband knows to stay away from my feet.


Same here, UC. LOL

It could result in blunt force trauma to the head as I am very ticklish. A back massage, however, is a welcome treat.


Ladies, a proper foot massage is (can be) very sensual, and doesn't tickle. I should lend you my DH to prove it...uh, no, on second thought, that is NOT a good idea! Wink
Trader, that's a sweet story, reminds me of the book, "The Notebook."
One of the sweetest, most romantic things that my guy ever did for me was after we had broken up and had not seen each other for months, he called and wanted to see me for lunch. I met him at his work, and when he got into the car and we talked a few minutes and he told me how he had missed me, he handed me a little bag. I opened it, and inside was a copy of "The Notebook." Inside the cover was written, "This is the kind of love I have for you." Inside the box was a beautiful engagement ring. It was even sweeter when later I read the book and realized what he had meant by the book. (sniff)
Trader, is your story fiction? I know a couple like this who lived in my sister's neighborhood. They were always together, always happy, always at the local arts and crafts festivals together. A few years ago, she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. This darling man dressed her, applied her make up, made sure her hair was fixed, and treated her like a living doll. He was always extremely patient with her. She'd been so full of life, it was very sad to see her ravaged by Alzheimer's. Not long ago, she passed away.
I don't think there is any more cruel disease than Alzheimer's. It strips away a person's soul and leave a shell behind.
Waking up at 4:00 am, on the coldest day of the year looking out at an ice covered world wanting nothing more than to go back to your warm bed, but instead getting dressed to go to work trying not to wake-up the entire household.
Silently grumbling out the door to the car...
Only to find hubby has came out and cranked the car--windows defrosted and warm interior.
YEA BABY!!
When I married my hubby there was not bathtub in the condo. Only showers. Frowner My darling asked me if I wanted a tub and he built and tiled the frame with marble himself and installed a tub big enough for two (and mirrors). Every night, I tell him how much I love my tub (two 1/2 years later) and him for building it for me. A year later, he put a TV in the bathroom so I can watch it while I soak.
I was in rehab with my mother last year, and two people in the nursing side got married. It was so sweet, one was in the wheelchair and the other was pushing her. They ofcoarse stayed in the same room after that as a married couple. He would push her to the dining area for every meal. It was so romantic to be in your 80's and fall into love, not lust, but love. You could tell the man really loved her. I was told they were at one time, childhood sweethearts. They both had children who attended the wedding.
LOL Hoss Gal!

And it was six dates. (He's that good.) Wink I wasn't about to let anyone else snag him.

Shortly after we started dating, we went to Gulf Shores to celebrate my birthday and while having a fabulous time watching the Velcro Pygmies play 80s music at the Live Bait, there was a wedding rehearsal party going on. Sweetie put his arms around me and whispered in my ear, "I'd marry you in a heartbeat."

I said, "OK."

Three weeks later, we were married and two and 1/2 years later, we are still on our honeymoon. He supports my career and I support his. He respects and encourages me. It's no wonder I got published in romance soon after we married. I was finally inspired.

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