To the Editor:

Inasmuch as you have had real life-time love stories, I felt that our situation is probably one that could be the envy of others. In 1961, my wife requested that I roller skate Ladies’ Choice Moonlight with her. I informed her that I had already been asked, but the first one there I would skate with. The other gal was a better skater, too, but my dear wife won.

We have been skating one way or another since that night. After we dated for about two months, I told Florence that I would like to introduce her to my two uncles who were dairy farmers. Inasmuch as her dad was a dairy farmer, I thought it would be very nice for her to see what a larger operation was like.

We went to my two uncles’ farm on a Sunday afternoon at milking time. When we got there, my Uncle Ivan was milking all alone. I asked where Uncle Bernard was and he informed me he was at a funeral.

So I said to him, “You two don't have anyone to help.”

He said no.

I informed him that Florence knew how to run DeLaval milking machines as that was what her dad had. Mind you, Florence had never met either one of my uncles or even been on the farm, but this 18-year-old young lady jumped in and started running the milking machine.

At that point in time, I made up my mind that this woman, one way or another, was going to be my life partner. We've had 54 years of wonderful life together. Now, not only is she my wife, but chauffeur, housekeeper, cook, baker, nurse, and doctor 24/7. The reason for my nurse/doctor classification is that I have a form of cancer and my eyesight is failing.

That one night of roller skating has proven to be one of the most enjoyable evenings in my life. There is no description I can think of to show how much I love and think of her.

Richard E. Ogsbury

Delanson