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Saturday, March 17, 2012

Quadraille Ball

My husband and I met in 1990 in New York City through The Quadrille Ball  ( We both got roped into it in very roundabout ways. In a drunken stupor as a groomsman at his friend's wedding, he promised the groom's grandmother (who was on the Board for this charity) that he would participate. Meanwhile I had just moved to NYC and saw a flyer posted in the grocery store about a couple who were selling all their housewares and moving out of the country. I bought all their pots, pans, dishes, etc. and they invited me to their going-away party where I met an interesting international crowd, all of whom knew each other through the Quadrille, and encouraged me to dance it the following fall.

What was so cool about this is that it was an old-world way to meet in a modern era. New York Magazine even did a cover story on the charity (maybe 8-10 years ago). Apparently we were about the 40th marriage to result from the charity at the time we met. Meeting your husband in winter, in snowy New York City, when he is in tails and you are in a hoop skirt and tiara, is quite enchanting!


Sunday, March 4, 2012

A Leap of Faith

I met my husband when I was thirty years old and he nineteen. I was a preceptor for CNAs in a nursing home. I had worked there for four years before I met my husband. I worked alone a lot of times. Short staffing was a big problem in the nineties. When my husband started working at the nursing home he began working with me. Within just a few short days, my workload had become noticeably lighter. Suddenly I was getting a lunch break, and it was all because of him, and the patients I had grown to love were feeling the extra staffing as well.

I was at a crossroads in my life. I was a practicing alcoholic and in an abusive relationship.  One of the grandmas I took care of told me that if I was ever going to find a good man I had to write a list of characteristics.So, I did. I gave it to her to read and she said "Honey" no one is this perfect.  Take a few of these things off the list and be more reasonable. I knew from personal experience I could not. I walked outside,got on my hands and knees and prayed to the lord to send me someone to love. When I looked up there he was, right in front of me all along.