352 wrote:
Would you marry site unseen????????????????????
I would never buy a camper site unseen, but I did decide to "marry" site unseen ... really. Indulge me if you don't mind. ...
1982 my wife sent a letter to Dear Abby (Operation Dear Abby) to write a pen pall overseas. She was 19 years old and had brother in the Navy.
I enlisted in the Army in 1982. I was 27 years old.
Her letter made it to Camp Casey, Korea where it sat in a box in a supply room for 2 years.
In 1984 I ended up at Camp Casey working in that office where that supply room was. I clean out that room and found 2 boxes of 2 year old "Operation Dear Abby" letters. I asked my Captian what I should do with them, and he said to toss them, they were too old.
These were suppose to be distributed to the troops, but evidently no one wanted to mess with them.
I took them to my desk and they sat on the floor there for another week. I just didnt' have the heart to toss them out. Finally my Captian told me to do something with them. So I tossed one box into the dumpster and put the other one under my desk by my feet.
After hours one day, I decided to go through that box of old letters and I decided to single out all the post marks from Indiana, the rest got tossed. I put them in a shoe box in my desk, and they sat there for another couple weeks.
Then one very slow day, I decided to go through them again and find the post stamp that was closest to my home. I found one from Noblesville, Indiana and the other from Frankfort, Indiana. I put both of those in my desk and tossed the rest. Although Noblesville was closes to my mother's home, I lived in Frankfort a couple years. That's why I kept it too.
They sat in my drawer for another week, and finally decided to open the one from Frankfort and I simply tossed the one from Noblesville.
It was a short letter from a girl. No idea who she was, her race, religion, if she was married, had kids, was old, young, or nothing. Just a simple letter stating something like, "I have a brother in the Navy. I understand what it's like being alone. I'd like to write a service man over seas." And that was about it.
Well, I wrote a 6 page letter back to this girl and 2 week later I got a letter back from her. She explained she wrote the letter 2 years earlier and gave up writing again since she never heard back from the letter. She explained she just turned 20 years old, was of the same race, religion, and family background as I was. We had a LOT of similarities.
We continued writing back and forth.... remember, this was in the day before the internet, cell phones, and social media!
We wrote back and forth for months, sent photos, and cassette tape recording to each other.
Well, there was something really tugging at me about this girl. She met my mother, they become friends, and my mother encouraged me to keep writing this girl.
Complusion over came me. On my Thanksgiving card (1983) I asked her if she would marry me. On the return Christmas card (1983) she said, "Yes".
In February 1984, I returned back back to the US for a 30 day leave. 10 days after I returned, we were married. We had our honneymood in Texas, and then (thanks to Uncle Sam, and Fort Benjamin Harrision in Indianapolis), arranged to have her belongings shipped to Fort Belvoir, Virginia where my next duty assignment was.
We've had one awesome relationship. From the first moment we physically saw each other, we were finishing each other's sentencances. We were 100% compatable. She even was a country music lover (which I never asked her about in the letters, and didn't know until after we were actually married).
Well folks, that was 32 years ago, 2 kids, and 5 grankchildren ago. And... we're still on our honeymoon.
Yup. I'd marry site unseen, but I wouldn't buy an RV site unseen.
