Many of you may not be aware of this, but my husband, John, is a die-hard New York Yankee fan. He actually believes that every World Series should include the Yankees. In fact, he thinks that a World Series WITHOUT the Yankees is not really an "official" World Series. Well, if you follow baseball at all, you will know by now that the St Louis Cardinals and Texas Rangers are in it this year.
No Yankees!! Boo-Hoo!
But because of this "tragedy" as John sees it, he came to me with tears in his eyes, distraught and mumbling something about not being able to write the column. "Deb" he sadly asked, "I am so distraught with the Yankees losing that I just don't think I have it in me to write one of my excellent, humorous and thought-provoking columns this week. Would you write it instead?" Well, what could I say to my husband of almost 37 years? And I certainly don't want to burst his bubble about his columns being excellent, humorous or even thought-provoking.
After all, I married this Chelsea Boheme "for better or worse." So I agreed to write this week's column.
Hmmm, how does one start? I'm Deb. Raised in Chelsea. I was Methodist and lived in the country. John was Catholic and a town kid. And to be truthfully honest, we never actually knew one another until after we both graduated from High School. John in '69, me in that great class of 1970. I worked in the Chelsea Savings bank, and John, hmmmm, I have no idea what he was doing. But one day, the big news was all over our little town of Chelsea, Iowa. John had won a brand new 1972 Chevrolet Nova from a dealership in Belle Plaine. Can you believe it? He actually won a new car. Bright shiny red one.
Well, he popped into the bank to work out the details of insurance and stuff like that and I waited on him. He was beaming from ear to ear and all of a sudden, he asked me if I wanted to go for a ride in his brand new car. The girls I worked with were all giggling and before I knew it, John and I were riding in his car. The rest is history. A couple of years later, we were married and for the most part, have been living happily ever after.
But let me go back in time again. Like I said, I graduated in 1970 but I so remember all the Tama-Toledo kids coming to Chelsea for Junior High. What a change for Chelsea.
An invasion of those "sophisicated" teens from the big towns. It was a cultural shock to say the least. But after a while, we all adapted. Remember, John went to the Catholic School, so he was not even a part of my life---yet. But those boys from Tama & Toledo were. And as Forest Gump would say, "That's all I'm gonna say about that."
In junior high and high school, I developed some great friendships. I remember fondly my high school days and all the fun we had. Teen dances, the movies, riding around town, slumber parties and that dreamy Mr. McConnell who taught biology. I really had a crush on him. My bestest friends in high school were Linda, Deanna, Bonnie, Meredith, Diana. Judy and Char. Lois was also a very good friend. Hi to all of you. Then there were my boyfriends. Ah, I don't think I should really go into them here.......John doesn't have to know everything, does he?
Now fast forward to today. John and I have lived in Independence since 1979. John always tells the story that his mom used to tell him, "Johnny, if you don't shape up, one day you'll end up at Independence." So when we moved there, he called Sue up and announced, "Mom, guess what? I'm at the Mental Health Institute in Independence, but they gave me the keys." And he stayed employed at MHI until June of 2010. He finally got discharged!!!!!!
John and I have a great life together. We have raised three daughters, Sarah and her husband, Bryan, Anne and her husband Ben & Kaye and we also have two beautiful grand-daughters, Jasmine and Kieryn. Besides, working at MHI, John has also been the Pastor of The Living Water Church, (with my help of course) for the past almost twenty years. In fact, a year ago, we started another church in Manchester and we meet there on Saturday nights. We are most truly blest.
I close with this......October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month and I am very grateful to my God, my family, my doctors and nurses and my friends because I am a "Breast Cancer Survivor." Now if only I could convince John to become a "Yankee-loser Survivor."
So as John always says in the end....."That's The Way I see It." Let me or him know how you see it at firstname.lastname@example.org or 319.334.4117.