Senior Moments

Scenes from Matt & Amy's wedding. June 16, 2001.

One advantage of winter storms is that I can spend more time at my computer without feeling too guilty about doing so.  And time spent at the computer can lead me to folders that I’ve almost forgotten about.

June, 2001, was a busy month for the Adams family.  I was going to marry a certain blonde preacher, but the week before we were married my nephew Matt married his fiance, Amy.

Matt and Amy were high school sweethearts who stayed together after Matt went off to the Naval Academy.  They were married after Matt’s graduation from the Academy, and the groom and groomsmen were in full dress uniform for the ceremony.

Matt and Amy’s wedding gave Betsy the opportunity to meet some members of my family for the first time.  My daughter, Kelly, and her husband, Chuck, attended Matt and Amy’s wedding, as did my brother and his wife.

We had a wonderful time at the wedding, and the Adams family must have passed muster since Betsy did marry me a week later.

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I’m grateful for the wonderful gift of family.

Bob, Steve, Betsy, Carolyn and Mickey. October 17, 2009.

Betsy and I got back from her brother’s memorial service late Sunday afternoon.  It was a quick trip, but we’re both glad that we went.

Since Ray had been in declining health for some time, his death was somewhat anticipated.  As a result the memorial service was more a celebration of Ray’s life than a service of mourning.  Many people, family and friends, shared memories of Ray and the way he touched their lives.

Betsy’s three nephews and one of her nieces were at the service, and they did a lot of catching up and reminiscing after the service.  I learned  several things about my bride that I didn’t know.

Since Ray was 20 years old when Betsy was born, she became an aunt at a very early age.  I knew that, of course, but what I didn’t know was some of the things that my bride did when entertaining her nephews and nieces during visits their visits to Big Stone Gap, Virginia.  I heard stories of races down the hill from Betsy’s house to the church downtown.  Even more interesting were expeditions to explore neighbor’s basements — even when the neighbors weren’t home!

I always knew Betsy was a leader, but Bob, Steve, Mickey and Carolyn described a ring leader.  And to think Betsy was a preacher when I met her!