Thirty three years ago on Thanksgiving Day, Ted and I were sharing our first Thanksgiving dinner together. We had spaghetti. It was just me and him.
Ted and I got married in September of 1979. At that time, he was working for a company in Cleveland and waiting to see where he was going to be sent to work. The company was adding salesman to several offices around the United States, and the three possible choices were: Ironton, Ohio (some little ‘ole town along the Ohio River near the Kentucky border), somewhere in Texas, or Detroit, MI.
Here we are! He was sent to work in the Detroit sales office!
Our move was set for Thanksgiving weekend. On Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, the moving truck picked up all of our belongings. We didn’t have a whole lot – but it was all new and it was all ours! We were newlyweds and we were going to our first home! After the moving truck left, we drove to Woodhaven, MI. The moving truck wasn’t going to show up until Friday, the day after Thanksgiving. We wanted to be there ahead of time – ready to greet the truck and unload our stuff!
My mom happened to have some leftover spaghetti and that’s what we ate together – on the floor – on our first Thanksgiving together – in our first apartment together.
Ahh – memories.
Oh – and we slept on the floor that night. Remember – the furniture was not going to be there until the next morning!
So – that’s how we started out and spent our first Thanksgiving as Mr. and Mrs. The cool thing is that our first apartment? Well, it’s the very same apartment complex that we are, this weekend, moving Amanda into!
Crazy how life works sometimes, huh?
I feel like Paul Harvey: And now you know the rest of the story!