We met on March 6, 1968 at a bar in Georgetown, Va. I was with my three roommates and he asked me to dance. I lied about my name (long story) but gave him my phone number. He called and asked for Jennifer, but I came to the phone. We went out and talked for hours, and went out every night after that. On April 6, we got engaged. He got out of the Army on April 10, went home to Illinois and I saw him only once before he came to West Virginia to marry me on July 20, 1968.
— Jo Ellen Cox
In the early '20s my husband's parents attended the same embalming school in Chicago at different times. The school held a homecoming celebration and my mother-in-law traveled there from South Dakota (where she was the first woman to own her own funeral parlor) and my father-in law came there from southern Wisconsin. They met, they clicked, and they married in 1928. Is there an award for the least romantic meeting leading to marriage?
— Etta Gray
Freshman year, 1965: I was in Bowen High School study hall and got in trouble for lending a friend some paper. Before I knew it, I was standing in a corner in front of 100 students. Oh the humiliation! I had to get out. I went to sign up for service credits I needed for National Honor Society. An adviser told me, "Go see Donnie ... he will show you around." When I saw Donnie, it was love at first sight! We just celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary — and 46th from our first date. We're the proud parents of two sons and four grandchildren.
— Diane Roubitchek