Fifty years ago, on May 31, 1967, my father escorted me down an improvised aisle on the back porch of my parents’ home to marry the man of my dreams.
I’ve shared many memories of our courtship and marriage through the years on my blog. Maybe I love romance novels so much because I’ve been blessed to experience such a great love.
Jack and met on my twentieth birthday when I started a summer job in the office where he worked. He proposed at the end of the summer, and we were married the following spring. The only reason we didn’t marry sooner was that I was finishing my last year of college. We wrote each other every day, and I even wrote love poems–the only time in my life I’ve ever written poetry.
Throughout his life, he was a colorful character. I shared my own memories and stories from friends and family members in a short book, Jack Stories: Favorite Memories of Jack Jordan Ammann Jr. Obviously, I’m just a wee bit biased, but I think you’ll find Jack Stories fascinating.
Today, I miss Jack terribly, but I thank God that we shared our lives from our wedding day until death parted us.