October 1994 – Sincerely Sire Newsletter
I didn't know I loved her the moment I set eyes on her - - - it took me until the next morning. It took her five years to love me back. No, I'm not talking about my old girl friend. I'm talkin' 'bout my baby. My woman. My wife. Rosemarie. Roe for short.
December 30th will be our
twenty-second anniversary. We were
married a few days after I asked her to marry me in Wilber (population 1200),
I first met Roe in
1970. I was twenty years young. My best friend, Dennis, asked me if I'd like
to meet his cousin, Rosemarie. She had
just moved here with her family from
Dennis had to go somewhere,
so I was left alone to talk/spar with the two of them for a couple of
hours. I thought I was a pretty smooth
operator back then, but they cut me to ribbons with their brash wit and heavy
But the next morning I was in big trouble. To my surprise, I woke up thinking about Rosemarie. In fact, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I could see her sitting at the kitchen table with her soft auburn hair cascading over her shoulders down to the small of her back. I saw her sipping her coffee, tossing her head back and laughing. So what did I care that she was laughing at me? I liked the way she laughed. This was a woman I wanted. She was, I realized, my kind of gal. I would show her I was not a man to be trifled with. I was not a man to be laughed at.
The next day I persuaded Dennis to visit his cousin again and take me with him. (I didn't happen to mention
that I was in love with her.) As soon as we got there she started laughing at me again. I kept trying to be cool, but she just kept laughing. Apparently I was a pretty funny guy. I spent the next five years trying to change the laughing to loving. I asked her out, but she just laughed. I sent her flowers and she laughed. I wrote her love letters and both her and her mother laughed.
She laughed till I cried
and finally gave up. Many months
passed. I got myself another
girlfriend. I went to
Needless to say, I wasn't laughing. But then, one evening, a rather interesting thing happened on my way to Heartbreak Hotel. I had just returned home from watching the George Foreman - Muhammad Ali fight. I walked in the door and there Rosemarie was, again. All five feet, eight inches of her, sprawled out on the living room carpet, gazing passionately into the glowing fireplace (or was that a halo around her head?).
I took one look and thought - - - No way. Not again. Not this time. What the heck was she doing here anyway? Had she come to torture me? Turns out she had gotten in to a giant argument with her parents and had come to stay with her cousin Dennis. And, as fate would have it, Dennis and I were sharing a house at the time.
I made up my mind to ignore her. And I did. Or at least she thought I did . . . And then a miracle happened. She started loving me. To this day, I do not know why, but she stopped laughing and started loving.
I asked her if she wanted
to go with me to visit my parents in
We drove to
The next morning we took a walk along the old farm road leading away from the house. We walked for quite some time hearing only the crunching of the freshly fallen snow beneath our feet and our own rhythmic breathing. It was very cold, but the sun had burned its way through the clouds and found us just in time as she put her hand in mine and said, "Yes, my darling, I’ll marry you."
Five days later we were hitched, and twenty-two years later we still are.