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“I NOW THEE
WED”,
Half a Century Later….
by N. Ray Maxie |
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FLASHBACK
TO 1957…..
We,
the 1957
McLeod Longhorn seniors, each and everyone had our head full of
dreams, all twenty-one of us. Life was new and fresh for this small
group of eighteen-year-old wannabes. High-school graduation was an
important milestone for all; rich or poor; fat or thin; pretty or
ugly; dumb or smart. Or perhaps, just plain ignorant and apathetic
(didn’t know and didn’t care). Several were still somewhat on the
naïve side, immature and vulnerable. Mostly reeking with youthful
ignorance and inexperience concerning real life waiting out there
in the big world. (See "Oh,
The Class of '57 Had Its Dreams." McLeod High School Longhorns.......
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Looking back, some of our little clan was basically ill prepared for
life ahead. The branch was being cut off from the vine. As is often
the case with little baby eaglets, some friends were being pushed
out of the nest way too early. But, of all things my father taught
me, I’ll never forget, “Nothing stays the same son. Nothing ever stays
the same.”
Up to this point life had been pretty secure and simple living under
mom and dad’s roof. A recent popular country song says, “Life is a
dance. Sometimes it’s fast; sometimes it’s slow. Life is a dance.
We learn as we go.”
Life for us during the 1950’s was much, much different than it is
for young folk today. Our lifestyle in northeast Texas was slower,
a little laid back and we had more time to relate to our parents,
our siblings and friends. Teenagers took longer growing up than they
do today. We were able to build lasting relationships and most everyone
stayed out of serious trouble. High school sports were highly important
to most every one of us, be they male or female. Teenagers had work
to do in the home and about the family farm. Chores of responsibility
were in order to carry out their part of the family load. The family
that works together stays close together. Isn’t that what life is
all about? (See Growing
up Wasn't Easy in the '40's and '50's…… )
HOW SWEET IT IS! --- “Some say love, it is a river, growing stronger
as it flows.. – Some say love, it is a flower, blooming more beautiful
as it grows.” |
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Ray
and Jean Maxie on their wedding day: November 15, 1957 |
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”LICENSE
TO WED”…..
About
six months after graduation from school, my high school sweetheart
and I, both eighteen years old, were married at the Huffines Baptist
Church about eight miles northwest of McLeod,
Texas, on the Atlanta
highway. The Reverend N. S. Moody officiating. Both sets of each
of our parents were present, along with several siblings and many
friends. Two Christian families forever united.
We spent the next four days of our honeymoon in Hot Springs, Arkansas.
A beautiful, cool, mountain resort city that is still one of our
favorite annual vacation spots. But, it has changed drastically
over the last fifty years. Then what hasn’t? And, you know it still
has great allure and fond memories for us. Hot mineral water baths
on “bath house row” are still luxurious today. Plus, it is ranked
#1 on Bland’s list of top 10 most affordable places for retirees
to live.
By now you can see, for all these years, we have taken the “I Now
The Wed” vows most seriously, having exchanged those vows only one
time, ever. We feel there’s no doubt God has truly blessed our relationship
and family; for without Him we could do nothing. But then, hasn’t
He blessed this entire nation ever since Jamestown, over 400 years
ago?
The next twenty-five years of marriage saw us raising our only children,
two sons. The first of which was born in nearby Atlanta,
Texas, in Cass County. Years seem to have just flown by like
ripping pages off the calendar. The saying, “Time flies when you’re
having fun”, is definitely true in our case. Second son was born
in Sulphur
Springs, Texas.
After 31 l/2
years of dedicated hard work for Montgomery County, my wife retired
in 2002. By then, I had already retired from long employment with
the state and the UP Railroad. Hey friends! We love it! Retirement
is like a never-ending vacation. You must try it sometimes if you
ever get a serious chance.
NOW 2007…..
This
year, 2007, brings about great milestones; our fiftieth wedding
anniversary celebration soon, as well as our fifty-year senior class
anniversary bash. One matrimonial union, one life together, one
family, one nation under God, half a century later, love is still
supreme. Being classmates, my wife and I attend only one class reunion
and in recent years, only one family reunion. And you know what?
I think we soon will start to plan for another blissful fifty years
together. Some serious and subtle negotiating has already begun.
But plan or no plan, we might just try winging it for a while.
It is difficult for me to relate to the “loner” type person. Seldom
in life have I ever been bored, lonely or all alone. No long nights
with four boring walls just endlessly staring up at the ceiling.
No playing solitary ‘til dawn, with a deck of fifty-one, nor counting
flowers on the wall. If that ever happen it was very, very seldom
and short lived. It was strictly by choice or perhaps necessity
of me temporarily working away from home for a short while. I am
a people person and dearly love company, companionship and lively,
but not necessarily deep, conversation. I tell you what! I’ve never
had much use for songs like, “Oh Lonesome Me”, “Only The Lonely”,
or “Just Call Me Lonesome From Now On.”
“Joy to the
world, all the boys and girls. Joy to the fishes in the deep blue
sea. Joy to you and me.”---- Life is so full of joy, happiness and
interesting things to do. This world is too enormously fun filled
and interesting to live here with a long, sullen, sad face.
Once a very
wise old man said, “Our attitude determines our altitude!” I strongly
believe that, too! Life is mostly what we make of it! Don’t you
think so? Life is always much easier when we plow around the stumps.
I’m often reminded, “If life gives you a lemon, make some good lemonade”,
and folks will beat path to your door.
A favorite old poem of mine from my high school days, “INVICTUS”,
by William Ernest Henley, (1849–1903) goes like this:
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Out of the night
that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but not bowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not ow strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul. |
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My darling wife
is a high-energy country girl, low maintenance, petit and full of
life; an avid conversationalist, she is! In recent years, she has
returned to the love of reading good novels written by good authors,
as well as working those “goofy little old” daily word puzzles.
She’s also regularly involved in volunteer work for local charities,
while keeping our home-life here on “Piddlin’ Acres” buzzing and
oooh so comfortable. Our friends, family, church and grandchildren
are mighty big priorities to us these days.
Recently I
observed somewhere that people enter our lives for a reason, for
a season or for a lifetime. Each one is very important. Although
some folk have to occasionally be turned loose, let go of and move
on. I strongly believe in “The Right People; The Right Place; The
Right Time.” All of the “rights” will make for a successful life.
Let us dream
no small dreams, because life is full of opportunities around every
corner. Pay no attention to naysayers and doubters; those “it can’t
be done” type. If you have a dream to dream, dream it anyway. If
you have a song to sing, sing it anyway. “Step back non-believers
or the day will never come.”
I also strongly adhere to the notion that good relationships can
be cultivated to last a lifetime. Regardless of ever how long a
lifetime may be, some folk are definitely keepers.
“Oh sweetie! Did you hear what I said?” No, she’s not listening.
Her head is deep within the pages of a highly interesting book.
---- “I said, ’I virtually adore you!’ ---- HAPPY FIFTIETH WEDDING
ANNIVERSARY, my dear……”
Is that the
alarm clock I hear? Oh, don’t wake this old sleepy head!…. Well!
Who put the clock so far away from the bed?
There are those among us that might not entertain your dream. “Dream
it anyway!” Others might be less that enthusiastic about what you
need to do. “Do it anyway!”
A dream is
a new seed. You know I love dreaming! Don’t let my dream world end!
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