My First and Last

Well, I flew to Berlin in July of 1982 when I was 25 years old. When I left Kennedy Airport in New York, I was with my parents and I was really nervous since I was having second thoughts about going to another country and committing to a two year teaching contract. I wasn't sure what to expect, so I had sort of decided that if things didn't work out in Berlin I would quit after the first year and then return to my job in the States. At that time you could only fly first to West Germany, not directly into Berlin. So, my flight was from New York to Frankfurt. In Frankfurt, I got on a short hopper flight with Pan American from Frankfurt to Berlin, a 45 minute flight. In the waiting room, I happened to notice a very nice looking guy and we ended up sitting next to each other on the flight. Normally, I have no interest in talking to the people I sit next to, but in this case it was different.

Time After Time

During college I had a job as a DJ Assistant. While preparing the guests at the reception, for the bride and groom to enter - Mike, one of the guests, turned to me to ask me what time it was not realizing that there was a HUGE clock on the wall right behind me that he was facing. I laughed and told him anyway. He asked me to dance later that night and it all went from there. We got married and had our reception in the same hall at Cornell that we met, right there with the big clock.

The Journey Continues

I met Jason at my interview for my first teaching job. He was one of the members of the interview committee. He gave me a tour of the school as well as my future classroom. He gave me information about the town saying it was a bit like "Northern Exposure." We were both involved in relationships that were on their last wheel at that particular moment, so we really didn't think of each other in "that way". At the end of my first year, he asked me out after the school's faculty athletic golfing event for a few drinks. We had became pretty good friends over the past school year. So, I felt that I knew him pretty well. I said "of course" to the date. We had a great time, and it felt like I knew him much longer that I did. We dated for two years, were engaged for 6 months, married, and moved overseas before our first anniversary. It's been a great trip. I couldn't imagine life's journey without him.

Love in the Time of Molasses

I graduated from High School in 1978. In order to save money for college I began working full time as a cashier at Star Market in WR. From my register I had a perfect view of a handsome fellow employee working in the aisle directly in front of me...couldn't take my eyes off him. I told a friend and co-worker that someday I would marry him. We had a good laugh. My mother asked me to pick up some molasses after work (my brother was making a gingerbread house for Christmas). I saw this as an opportunity to talk to "the boy" and asked where I would find the molasses. I was so embarrassed when I realized it was right in front of me. We started talking and realized we had family connections(his cousin was dating my brother). Later at a company holiday party we danced. He asked how old I was and was very surprised to learn I was only 17(he was 21).Because I was working full-time, people assumed I was older. Shortly after that we began dating and almost 3 years to the day we were married. Almost twenty nine years and two children later, molasses can bring a smile to our faces~life is good!

*The gingerbread house builder became an architect and the cousin-brother married shortly after we did.