High school sweethearts with a French connection

We were two military brats stationed in Châteauroux, France, in 1965.

He was the new boy at school, and my dad and family had already been in France since 1962. He was on the football team and I was the cheerleader. Call it love at first sight.

Both entering our senior year, we started dating and attended homecoming and prom. Summer of 1966 we graduated and had no choice but to go separate ways. It was the military way.

Dad was transferred to upper Michigan where my brothers and I attended college. Mike’s family was transferred to Germany, and the base we left was closed for good.

Mike came stateside and attended Lassen Junior College in Susanville, California. We were miles apart but continued to write letters. My dad retired in 1967 and we transferred back to my home state of Nebraska. I attended the University of Nebraska in Omaha while Mike continued his education in Susanville.

We had spent a couple of weeks together during the summer months. We were married in March of 1970, have two beautiful sons, two lovely grandsons and are coming up on 49 years of marriage. My family spent seven years in French Morocco and Mike’s family spent four years in Japan.

So many miles apart, brought together by the hand of God.