Proposals!

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Just flounder these. Sorry couldn’t resist posting. One just after we met and the other our wedding.

Found a house we wanted to buy but needed both our salaries to be considered. In the early 70s they'd only include mine if we were married. Call the registry office on Thursday married Saturday. Plus you could get the pill if you were married.

One I still feel bad about now and then, came in a letter from my boyfriend - we’d been together for a couple of years before going to different universities quite a distance apart - in the days before no phones easily available, let alone email.

I liked him, but the proposal made me realise that I was never going to marry him. I don’t think I’d even met dh by then, but I still knew.
I didn’t even reply to the letter. I just didn’t know how to say it. Shameful, I know.

My parents moved area after my first uni year - 100 miles away - so I never saw him again.
They had really liked him, and my mother kept telling me I’d never find anyone else as nice!

Dh did fairly soon turn into ‘golden boy’ for her, though - that is, after Dbro, who was always Golden Boy Number One.

Proposed to on cliff top on island, wish I had never accepted. Marriage lasted 18 years, I was young, naive and innocent. He was after anything in a skirt and his affairs ended the marriage. If only we all had a crystal ball at times ...............................

We had already lived together abroad, but dh then started work in a country where I couldn’t have accompanied him unless we were married - they wouldn’t have given me a visa.

An additional factor was probably that food in the bachelor mess at the time was pretty awful!!

So after he’d been there for about a year, there wasn’t exactly a proposal as such, we just decided and set a date.

No engagement ring. I’d have quite liked one, but at the time, to dh, ‘getting engaged’ was desperately uncool!

However he bought me a lovely ring right after the birth of dd2, which to me meant a great deal more.

Anyway, it’ll be 54 years this coming June!

We met at school. He was a newly appointed prefect aged 14 and I was a badly behaved 12 year old.
It was mutual dislike at first sight.
A few years after leaving school we met up again at my brother's 21st birthday party. We got on like a house on fire.
He asked me to marry him 3 weeks after our first date. I agreed but we kept quiet about it.

He proposed 'properly' 6 months later, just to make sure, I think. We married a couple of years later when I was 22 and he 24 and had 48 happy years together until his death in 2022.

No proposal, we just sort of knew and started to plan for the future.

What lovely memories! Met my lovely husband when I was a staff nurse on the ward. I had just got my favourite baby dressed and looking smart for his mum visiting. Laboratory technician arrived to take blood and splattered it over baby’s clothes. I told him off!
Met in the local pub he asked me out.
Brilliant 55 years, 3 birth children and 6 adopted children. Died three years ago and greatly missed !

Now that is a miniskirt Kate it is fabulous.
I was born too early for miniskirts but if I am honest my legs would never have let me wear one, not my best attribute.

LLFL What a fantastic start to married life in the Seychelles. Did you work as well?

You both look very 1970s. It was an interesting decade. We married in 1973 after living together for a year. We both just decided it would be a good idea...DH didn't actually propose so I hope he thought it was a good idea. Fifty three years next month. Too late to change his mind now.

What a fab photo, Kate. You look so happy and the dress reminds me of one I had. No wonder you DH noticed your legs.

A wonderful thread, thank you BlueSapphire, what a beautiful couple you were. On our third date, he proposed. I said ask me again in six months, it's too soon, (even though I knew he was the one). He did and we married a few months later. That was forty six years ago and still happily together.

What a lovely thread. What beautiful brides and handsome grooms. This wasn't our wedding but a short while afterwards.

He came to work at the studio where I ran a department (I was 20) I was his boss he was almost 19 .We spent every day and evening together then 4 months in decided we,d get a flat together .
Glasgow in the early 70,s wasn’t like anywhere else ,or so I,m told We went to several agencies …not one would consider us as tenants without a marriage certificate .!
So we decided to get married bought an engagement ring 5 months to the day from we met and told our parents we were getting married after New year .They went ballistic and insisted on a real wedding so we waited until the July and a year from our first date and the parents arranged almost everything.Except the church ,that was our choice.
We,ve been married for over 50 years and worked together every day for the 51 years since we met.
Must be close on 100 years of a normal marriage and I love the bones of him and he of me.He makes me laugh every day .

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A photo from our wedding in 1970 and one from DH's 80th birthday in August last year including his remaining brother and a neice and nephew. Photo taken by Persie so she's not there.

A few weeks after our wedding in our tropical garden.

Back in the early 1970s, I was captain of my local Rugby club's third XV, and another player was late for a match, as usual. As he changed, I went to get his boots from his car, and was confronted by a gorgeous redhead. Fast forward a season or so, and word got round that they had split up. I seized the opportunity, and late DW and I were married in one week less than a year from our first actual date. I proposed in a 16th/17th century pub on the edge of Epping Forest, when I suggested that she accompany me to a business meeting in Paris, which we could combine with a honeymoon (we had already combined a similar trip with a holiday). She accepted without my having to kneel on a slightly murky pub floor.

We met in the June of 1974 as my friend at the time was engaged to his brother. By the September we were engaged, both students he worked in the holidays grafting roses to earn the money for the ring.

The proposal was in my car when I dropped him back home (he didn't drive at the time).

Wedding was brought forward as baby number one was on the way! Baby number two born 1978. Sadly marriage only lasted 9 years as he left after a few years of internal torment (unbeknown to me) as he came out as gay.

I occasionally wonder if we would still be together if he wasn't.

What a lovely thread and a beautiful pic BlueSapphire.

In 1976 OH and I had been living together for a year. In a few months time he would be going to Seychelles for a couple of years as a Junior Resident Engineer. The company would pay for wives but not girlfriends. OH went away for a weekend diving course and on his return proposed. In bed. That was 1 May. We married on 29 May and flew out to Seychelles a week or so later. This year will be our Golden Wedding. We have a daughter, two sons and a granddaughter.

It was Christmas many years ago and he said to me I want to give you your present on Christmas Eve when we would be alone, he said it was a special present.
I was convinced he was going to propose, I excitedly opened the box to find a watch. He couldn’t understand why I burst into tears although it was a beautiful expensive watch.
When I told him I thought he was going to propose he said oh okay we will go and buy a ring after Christmas.
I teased him for years that he never actually proposed. We were married 1 week short of 40 years.

We met at art school, and were together for four years before we married. No real proposal as we knew we must marry, with a baby on the way. A very quiet wedding. Been together now for over 60 years, and as I say ‘It’s been all right …so far”😀

Lovely stories and some sadness.

kittylester re living in sin, so would our parents have had heart attacks, but we were 8000 miles away!
When we got back to the uk and stayed with parents it had to be separate rooms until we got married....

Kate My colleague really likes you, will you speak to him?. I said ok and DH came on and asked me out. So it was a bit of a blind date really.
Pretty much the same for us. We were both in the Army at the time and working in London. Six months later and all of a sudden he was being posted and so was I. We would be thousands of miles apart for the next three years. We had been out one evening and by the time he took me home we were both feeling pretty miserable about the prospect. Outside our guard room in the pouring rain, he said he thought we ought to get married. The rest is history. It would have been sixty years this year; We managed 56.