Memories Can Be So Memorable (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Aug 20 2023	Views/Reads: 508/289	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I don’t think it was an accident when I found the woman that was to be my wife. It was a work of the Lord in both our lives. For 52 years, not only have we been married, but we have also been serving the Lord together.

In growing older, I noticed a strange phenomenon. The older I get, the
more I forget. I remember things that happened in my youth and the 
pressure of those memories is, are they true, or am I just making them 
up? I have nobody to verify those memories. 

I don't think I will try to verify those memories because it may get me
into trouble I don't need to. 

Last week, for example, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage stumped
me with one of her infamous questions. 

“Do you know what next Monday is?” 

I looked at her, smiled, scratched my head, and said, “No, who's
birthday is it?” 

Keeping up with family birthdays is not my strong suit. My wife has 11
siblings, and I have 2 siblings; with all their children and 
grandchildren, there must be hundreds of birthdays. I have trouble 
remembering my birthday at times, let alone family members. 

“You don't know what next Monday is?” 

“Oh,” I said, “I just remembered, it's our daughter's birthday.” 

I didn't like the look she threw in my direction, but I caught it, and
she said, “Her birthday was last week.” 

Okay, I'm in trouble. I have no idea whose birthday it is, and I have no
way of finding out. I must succumb to The Gracious Mistress of the 
Parsonage's agenda. 

“What is next Monday's celebration?” I said with a worried look. 

“You really don't know, do you?” She looked at me as though I had
committed the unpardonable sin. 

Thinking about it, I said, “I don't have another doctor's appointment on
Monday, do I?” 

Then she did something that I'd never seen her do before. She flashed
her wedding ring in my direction. 

“Oh no,” I said in desperation, “it isn't our wedding anniversary is
it?” 

“Yes it is, and do you know which one?” 

I can balance my checkbook but cannot balance wedding dates. Looking at
her with a smile, I said, “Is it our 30th anniversary?” 

“If you don't get your act together it might just be our last!” 

Then she said, “Let me give you a clue. Our oldest daughter just turned
51. Does that ring a bell?” 

I did remember that she was born one year after our wedding, so I turned
to my wife with a smile and said, “Oh, my dear, it must be our 52nd 
wedding anniversary.” 

It is incredible how fast time flies, particularly when you are busy. 

I met my future wife at a Bible Institute I attended in September 1970.
That seems such a long time ago. Then in December of that year, we went 
to a function with schoolmates, and coming home, we sat in the back 
part of the bus. We were chattering and having a good time. 

Then this young girl looked at me and said, “Wouldn't it be great to get
married?” 

Not being girl-smart, I didn't get the drift of that conversation, but I
smilingly said, “That sure would be very great.” Then we laughed all 
the way home. She got the joke, but I did not. 

Walking down the school hall one week later, many people looked at me,


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