Official Gramps' Memorial Eternal OT Thread

It took years but I have finally perfected the smoked chicken wing.

I need the details.

There was a place in Georgetown that just recently closed called Old Glory. Best smoked wings I’ve ever had and I’ve never been able to replicate.
 
Been there, done that. The one event that made me never drink and drive again was winding up at that Shoney's one Sat. night after dark with my girlfriend on the way back from Gatlinburg to U.T. We ate at the drive in there, and I didn't know how I got there after drinking PGA and orange juice while in the mountains. I can't believe that I drove that route to the Chapman Hwy, after dark, and that drunk. I was in my 70 AMX that I still have. It was new at the time.

God watches over drunks and fools perhaps?
 
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You were almost twice her age you lecher.
We started dating at age 36 and 20. The age difference bothered me more than her. Before I asked her out, I asked a woman that knew her how old she was. I had already decided that if she was 19, I wasn't going to ask her out.
 
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We started dating at age 36 and 20. The age difference bothered me more than her. Before I asked her out, I asked a woman that knew her how old she was. I had already decided that if she was 19, I wasn't going to ask her out.

How did that get started ... if I'm not being too nosey? And let me know if I am.
 
How did that get started ... if I'm not being too nosey? And let me know if I am.
It's a good story. I had been divorced for 3 years after a 10 year marriage. She had dropped out of college and had gotten a job in our hometown, due to needing to be near her mother who had cancer. She went back and got her degree a couple of years later. She was working in the bank where I had a floorplan for my used car lot that I was a partner in.

This would have been Jan. 1986 when I saw her in the drive thru window, while I was inside the bank. I thought that she had a cute smile and gorgeous blue eyes, and blonde hair. I had gone in maybe 3 times when I asked the teller that took my deposit how old the drive through girl was. She said that she didn't know. The next time I came in was about a week later, and that teller slipped a torn off piece of paper that had only the number 20 on it. Of course, I had forgotten about asking her about her age, so I say 20 what. She whispered and pointed directly behind her where my now wife was standing and said "she's 20."
 
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So, after I leave , the teller tells my now wife that I asked her age. She then asked the teller how old I was. The teller didn't know, but had known me for a few years. She said "I don't know, maybe 28." So, I call her and ask her out. She turns me down, and said that she was seeing somebody. I asked again a week or so later, and she turns me down again. Finally, the 3rd time was the charm, and she agreed to a date.

I decide that maybe we should drive our own cars to a pizza restaurant, and if it didn't work out, we would go our separate ways. This was Feb.7, 1986, one week before Valentine Day. So, we sit and talk for awhile, and I tell her that I was married for 10 years, and had been divorced for 3, and she stopped me and said "how old are you?" I say 36, why? She says "they told me you were 28," and I say that I never told anybody that. She did quick math in her head and decided that I was either older than 28, or had married at 15. We got married Dec. 4, 1987, 20 months after our first date.
 
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So, after I leave , the teller tells my now wife that I asked her age. She then asked the teller how old I was. The teller didn't know, but had known me for a few years. She said "I don't know, maybe 28." So, I call her and ask her out. She turns me down, and said that she was seeing somebody. I asked again a week or so later, and she turns me down again. Finally, the 3rd time was the charm, and she agreed to a date.

I decide that maybe we should drive our own cars to a pizza restaurant, and if it didn't work out, we would go our separate ways. This was Feb.7, 1986, one week before Valentine Day. So, we sit and talk for awhile, and I tell her that I was married for 10 years, and had been divorced for 3, and she stopped me and said "how old are you?" I say 36, why? She says "they told me you were 28," and I say that I never told anybody that. She did quick math in her head and decided that I was either older than 28, or had married at 15. We got married Dec. 4, 1987, 20 months after our first date.

That was a pretty long time after you went out the first time - sounds like maybe you both wanted to be sure - probably for different reasons.
 
20 months isn't a long courtship before marriage in my mind.

Actually I think it's pretty smart. Mine went much faster. I got out of the Army and came home in April; I met my wife through my sister in law probably in May; we spent a little time together on and off over the summer while I was away working and figuring out what I was going to do. Early that fall I got a job in Nashville and move into an apartment and immediately asked her up - she was in Chattanooga in nursing school so it turned into a weekend commute, and sometime in the next couple of months we decided to get married - in Dec.
 
Actually I think it's pretty smart. Mine went much faster. I got out of the Army and came home in April; I met my wife through my sister in law probably in May; we spent a little time together on and off over the summer while I was away working and figuring out what I was going to do. Early that fall I got a job in Nashville and move into an apartment and immediately asked her up - she was in Chattanooga in nursing school so it turned into a weekend commute, and sometime in the next couple of months we decided to get married - in Dec.
I would marry mine again. It hasn't always been perfect, but I didn't expect it to be. A friend, who has never been married, is 55 and asked me about getting married today. He has been steadily dating a woman for 10 years, and they are discussing marriage. It seems that she is scared because she was married to a psycho who wound up at Woodridge crazy house, and he is because his former fiancee died several years ago, and he has never lived with anyone.

I told him that the biggest factor in staying together is to just decide that you will stay together. I said there are times when you want to kill each other, but if you decide that you are a couple, and you are going to remain a couple, you can make it work. Too many people go into marriage thinking things will always be wonderful. It is most of the time for me, but not always.
 
I would marry mine again. It hasn't always been perfect, but I didn't expect it to be. A friend, who has never been married, is 55 and asked me about getting married today. He has been steadily dating a woman for 10 years, and they are discussing marriage. It seems that she is scared because she was married to a psycho who wound up at Woodridge crazy house, and he is because his former fiancee died several years ago, and he has never lived with anyone.

I told him that the biggest factor in staying together is to just decide that you will stay together. I said there are times when you want to kill each other, but if you decide that you are a couple, and you are going to remain a couple, you can make it work. Too many people go into marriage thinking things will always be wonderful. It is most of the time for me, but not always.

Yep, marriage isn't always easy or fun, but I guess that makes the good times better.
 
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A C-141-A Starlifter had been delayed for take-off for over an hour at Thule Air Force Base, Greenland, because a sewage repository had not been pumped out.

Finally a young airman wanders up to the aircraft with the approprirate equipment. The airman fiddles around for a while, does his thing, and then gets ready to leave.

The aircraft commander, a young captain, confronts the airman. "You've caused me to be two hours late for my take-off. I'll see that you are not only reprimanded, but punished as well! "

At that the young airman, smiles. "Sir, with all due respect, I have no stripes, I'm stationed at Thule, Greenland, it's 20 degrees below zero, and I'm pumping s#!+ from your aircraft. Just what kind of punishment did you have in mind? "
 
20 months isn't a long courtship before marriage in my mind.

I met my wife in June 1975 after she graduated from HS.....still green as grass. She was working a summer job for an old friend of mine from HS who, at the time, was a manager/running a Dunkin Donuts. She was going to stay here and go to a local college & her "dream job/profession" was to become a school teacher. We dated for 5 years so her daddy could foot that college debt. We married in July of 1980.
 
I told him that the biggest factor in staying together is to just decide that you will stay together. I said there are times when you want to kill each other, but if you decide that you are a couple, and you are going to remain a couple, you can make it work. Too many people go into marriage thinking things will always be wonderful. It is most of the time for me, but not always.
This sums a successful marriage up completely. This is both mine and my wife’s second marriage. We were a couple cohabitating for four years before she told me I was gonna put a ring on it.

It’s give and take. It’s trust that even though you want to kill each other right now you believe that you are both committed to making it work.
 
I went to Stratford. We grew up pretty close to each other. My parents went to East.

Probably a few years apart. My dad was supposed to retire from the AF the year I would be a HS soph, but things were pretty tense about that time with Cuba, so my aunt and uncle invited me to live with them and go to HS in Nashville rather than have to change schools again. So I was just there three years. Stratford was taking over as Litton wound down. Mike Jones (played football at UT) was one of your grads, and his older sister graduated with me.
 
I met my wife in June 1975 after she graduated from HS.....still green as grass. She was working a summer job for an old friend of mine from HS who, at the time, was a manager/running a Dunkin Donuts. She was going to stay here and go to a local college & her "dream job/profession" was to become a school teacher. We dated for 5 years so her daddy could foot that college debt. We married in July of 1980.

Smart guy. We got married, and I worked a couple of jobs in Atlanta while my wife finished nursing school. Then we moved to Knoxville and I went back to school. Nursing didn't pay as well in those days, but we lived pretty well. My wife was an RN, I had the GI bill and worked part time, and we lived in married student apartments. During grad school I still had the GI Bill and gained a graduate assistantship. When I went to the first job, we were debt free except a car payment.
 
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