Our courtship
I came back from Vietnam in mid-December 1968. A few days later my brother was driving me somewhere and in passing said the friend of a girl he was dating wanted to meet me. I asked what she was like and he said she was really pretty, but a little quirky. I asked what he meant and he said I would just have to see for myself, that it was hard to describe. I got an number, called and we set a time and place - where she was staying. She had had a falling out with her dad and was staying in an apartment of a family friend, in a small house on the back of a large property in downtown Bakersfield. I parked in the alley and she was out the door before I reached it. She was medium height, a little pudgy, beautiful auburn hair, great smile, and in the ugliest jumpsuit I had ever seen; it was one piece, bellbottoms, sleeveless, with large alternating black and white stripes. She just started right in talking 100 mph, as if we were old friends. After a few minutes the phone rang; it was the owner asking if she had a boy in there. So she went into the bathroom and came out in jeans and a blouse and we drove over to Valley Plaza. We talked about everything and laughed a lot, and decided to keep seeing each other. One evening we were at a friend of her's watching TV and they had to step out for a while, so while laying on the floor watching the program I figured this was a setup so i got a little frisky; she pushed me back and said, "That's a Bozo no-no" and it remained that way until our wedding; she was saving herself for marriage and had apparently fought off a bunch of boys. I believe I saw her every day of my leave and I went to my duty station in San Bernardino on the 30th, but at least we had Christmas together and exchanged forgettable inexpensive gifts and she came to my large family Christmas meal and everybody got to meet her.
I had saved enough money for a new car and ordered a '69 Nova SS; it took a couple of weeks to arrive, so we only talked on the phone. Money was always tight! But I'd drive up as often as I could. The lady said she couldn't stay there any longer, she didn't want to move back to her parents, so we moved her clothes down to an aunt and uncle's house in Pasadena. This was a shorter drive for me and we were seeing each other much more often. A couple of times on the weekend we would go to a party at friend's places and stayed the night, but Bozo had become our agreement - no phyical contact beyond kissing. Her aunt and uncle said she had been there long enough and she had to leave; her parents had moved to Arkansas and I didn't want to lose her because they had patched things up. So in the livingroom in front of witnesses i got down on one knee, took her hand in mine, and asked her to marry me. She said Yes, and they said she could stay a little longer. I don't remember how she got the wedding dress, but it was beautiful; we bought cheap rings, checked a few churches but decided to have a pastor do it in my parent's living room. July 11th we got married (the other story here) and the aunt and uncle and her parents weren't there. I heard my dad and an uncle made a bet that the marriage wouldn't last six months, so I guess the bickering had already set in, but it was just part of being around Nancy; and I never tried to find out which one bet against us. It lasted until late May, 1980; friends told me they liked us a lot but were glad it we over because we picked at each other all the time - which surprised me.
I'm sure some of you will be glad to see Nancy had a normal, polite courtship, that a deep love grew quickly, that she had a traditional proposal and old fashioned wedding. And that night at the Bakersfield Inn we kicked Bozo out of the room.