Love Continued From First Dance
Dear Ann Landers: Can you print another how-we-met story? I hope so because the grandkids will get a kick out of seeing this in the paper.
In 1945, I was stationed at Geiger Field near Spokane. I had just returned from three years’ active duty in England, Africa and Italy with the 815th Aviation Engineer Battalion.
The second evening I was there, I went to a dance at the NCO (non-commissioned officers) Club and saw a very pretty girl sitting with some non-coms, and I managed to squeeze in beside her.
We talked for a while, and I asked her to dance. I knew before the first number was over that she was the one for me. Two weeks later, our Army friends collected $60 for our wedding. That was a lot of money in those days, and it was really quite beautiful.
We have been happily married for 52 years and have two fine children and six lovely grandchildren. And they said it wouldn’t last! - George Springhart in Port Richey, Fla.
Dear George: What a heartwarmer! And a great way to end the week. Thank you.
Dear Ann Landers: In the spirit of even-handedness, will you print my letter about cancer and doctors? Maybe this information will save someone the misery I went through.
At the age of 50, I had bladder pain and blood in my urine. I went to five different doctors in my HMO over an eight-month period. I was told the symptoms were from menopause and was given estrogen. The symptoms did not go away, and I was finally referred to a urologist, who found that I had bladder cancer.
The urologist suggested that I have my bladder removed, but I chose another option and went for chemotherapy and radiation. It is now a year later, and I am cancer-free. I just want your readers to know that blood in the urine is a symptom that should not be ignored. Please tell them that regardless of what their insurance provider recommends, they should insist on seeing a specialist immediately - even if they have to pay for it themselves. - Woodland Hills, Calif.
Dear Woodland Hills: Thanks for a letter that is sure to save lives. I lost one of my favorite cousins because his Beverly Hills doctor told him the blood in his stool was from hemorrhoids. He died of rectal cancer.
Dear Ann Landers: You asked to hear from nurses who had married their patients. Well, I did, and it was the best move of my life.
Twenty-four years ago, a tall, handsome man came in to see the cardiologist for whom I was working. Several weeks later, this very attractive man returned for a checkup. He had done some research and found out that my distinctive nurse’s cap was from the Johns Hopkins School of Nursing. When he innocently asked, “Is that a Johns Hopkins cap?” I was snowed by Mr. Snow.
When he suggested that we have dinner, I told him I didn’t make a practice of going out with patients. He then told me he hadn’t made a practice of going out with nurses. I was intrigued by his quick response and decided to make an exception.
We will soon be celebrating our 22nd anniversary. Am I glad I dated my patient? You’d better believe it. - Mrs. Snow in Fairfax, Calif.
Dear Mrs. Snow: With a name like yours, you’ve probably heard every word play in the book and are sick of it, but I can’t resist: how nice that the snow melted. Thanks for a delightful love story.