Ovroms celebrate anniversary 12-12-12
We celebrated our 61st anniversary on 12-12-12, a numerical sequence that won’t be repeated this century.
Our wedding announcements said we were married on Dec. 11, but the ship I was on enroute to Naples was in a bad storm and was a day late getting there.
Everyone, or almost everyone, on board was sick. Fortunately, I had some Dramamine, which spared me.
Art was on the dock to meet me and looked really sharp in his dress Naval uniform, all except for his socks, which were argyle.
My sister Dodie had come down from London, where she was based with Life magazine, to be the maid of honor and help cut through the Italian red tape.
For one thing, we were Protestant in a very Catholic country, and it took a few bribes to get us through.
I also needed a health certificate, which I didn’t have, but the men on Art’s ship made one and made it look very official by melting some red wax at the bottom and stamping it with a Coke bottle.
Art and Dodie had never met before Dec. 11 and went out to a nightclub for dinner. As usual, a photographer came through taking pictures, and the first one showed them sitting shyly a few feet apart. The same photographer came through again a few hours later when they had lost their shyness and were hugging.
Dodie saw us off on our honeymoon to Sorrento before returning to London.
So that’s our 12-12-12 story.
Mary Ovrom of Keosauqua writes an occasional column for The Fairfield Ledger.