My husband Floyd and I, on short notice, planned a trip to the Thumb area in Michigan with good friends Diana and Stuart. They were cyclists and Floyd and I had new bikes; that was about all we had in common on the bicycle thing. Anyway, I had a work trip to Washington, D.C. that preceded the biking trip.
Stuart and Diana
My mom begged us not to go to the Thumb. It was well known to be “militant territory” in Michigan. Read more
Many mornings I awake and have no idea what will happen to me before I return to bed that night. Well, one unsuspecting morning, I arose and did the usual tasks. I made up the beds; got breakfast for Joel, 9 years old, and Ruth, 8 years old; taught them school lessons; fixed lunch; taught more lessons; etc. You know, the usual.
Joel and Ruth at Homeschool Science Fair
Floyd , my husband, had retired from Chrysler in 2004.
Floyd at his retirement ceremony. He worked 31 years, 48 days and 3 hours; needless to say he was GLAD!
He was currrently working at job he loved, a part-time cook and caterer at Sauder Village. It’s an Historic Village in northwest Ohio in the rural town of Archbold. Eric Sauder, the “you assemble” furniture maker, recreated a Village dating from the 1600’s to the 1900’s. Floyd catered for weddings, conventions and cooked in the Barn Restaurant.
The Barn Restaurant at Sauder Village
That day, he was scheduled to start work at 2 PM. A little before 2 PM, Floyd called. This was unusual for two reasons. First, Floyd is not a phone talker. Second, he frowned on talking on “company time”. So I knew immediately that something was up.
Floyd is an easy going guy. We have known each other since we were 5 or 6 years of age. I had NEVER seen him angry at me or anyone else. He might have gotten a little agitated with someone, but nothing more than that was witnessed by me. Floyd had such a wonderful character that my Mom and Dad would take his side before they had even heard my side of the story.
Shar is the girl watching her Grandfather escort her Aunt in the marriage to Floyd’s Uncle.
We lived on the West Side of Detroit in a four family flat. My Mother and Father owned the building and rented us the upstairs flat across from theirs. Two other families were renting the two flats downstairs.
Floyd (right) and his best friend in our neighborhood in Detroit.
About two months into our marriage, early one morning, Floyd and I were having an argument and I said something in a domineering tone. Floyd stopped in his tracks and looked me square in the eyes and said,
“You don’t talk to me that way! I’m your husband!”
His tone and seriousness shocked me. I started to cry. I mean boo-hoo-hoo, wailing crying. I am a bit dramatic, so I ran out of our flat and into my Mom and Dad’s apartment which was across the hall. Read more