A Place to Grow Old Together
By Marilyn Davidson
I had one sibling. Our father died of spinal meningitis when she was 15 months and I was 10. Five years later our mom remarried - a Lutheran Minister. He was a missionary and we were sent from our Long Island, N.Y. home to Newton, Ma., to start a church. Needless to say this kind of work was a whole new thing for our mother and us. (Our dad/husband was an electrical engineer for Bell Labs in N.Y.C.) And so a whole new lifestyle began.
I graduated from high school and went to college right there in Newton, got married and "my hubby and I were off and running".
My sister and mom and stepdad were in Newton for a while then in Maplewood, N.J. and we didn't see much of them.
After Carole went to college and married they moved to Hendersonville (where her first husband came from ) Mom and Dad retired in Hendersonville.
Bob and our family visited down here at least once a year and learned to love it. Sooooooooooooooooooo
Since Carole and I hadn't grown up together we decided that we'd "grow old together". We came from the mountains of N.E. to the mountains of N.C.! Sadly she got ovarian cancer and died at 58, but we had one "heck of a good time in the 5 years we had together 'growing old'