A young farm boy known to get into a little mischief with his older brother was seen driving thru South Tunnel real slow in front of the house of a pretty blue-eyed girl. Rumor was he had a cigar in his mouth and was wearing his daddy’s suit. He was trying to impress this country songbird. She was the youngest daughter of the Key family. They had met at the local skating rink. He was from Portland. He was down at the skating rink to talk to the owner about a radio-controlled airplane. He didn’t skate. She didn’t skate too well either apparently because she fell flat on her face right in front of him. But that didn’t keep him from inquiring about her.
Before long they were going on a few dates. She would never order anything to eat so as to be polite. He had a checkbook so she thought he was rich. He walked all the way from Gallatin one day just to say hello. She was heard to say, “Why does that boy keep showing up here?”
He was voted most polite at his school and he was. Her sisters would circle thru the den just to watch him stand up when they entered the room and they would giggle that he was like a jack-n-the-box. But he didn’t give up. When he would eat dinner in her home if he dropped a piece of food on the floor he would stick it in his shirt pocket, emptying it later.
They were married just a few days after his mom passed away. He was still in high school. She moved into his family house to help take care of his little sister and his widowed father. A hard way to start a new marriage.
But they put God first in their life and God has blessed them and their life together.
Mike and Pat celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary on the 28th of December. They are the parents of my husband, for this I will always be thankful. They will agree that Kevin is their greatest blessing. And mine.
Mike and Pat are giving and caring, generous without recourse, funny, hardworking, and devoted. They are stewards of the Bible. They are a blessing in our life and the life of their grandchildren and their church home.
They still have a home on the little bend in the road on South Tunnel. I love to visit there and hear their stories told again and think about Mike with a cigar hanging out of his mouth with a checkbook in his pocket.