Although Grant and I were both at the same school, I never imagined having anything to do with him. We were worlds apart; not only did we live in different towns - I was a boarder and he was a day scholar - he was English speaking whereas I hailed from proud Afrikaner stock. Yet when love strikes, it does not care about cultural differences and logistic challenges. Within a week we were an item. At the end of 1971 Grant sold his prize motorbike to buy me an engagement ring. We were ultimately married in on 4th March 1972.(I was 19 and he was 21).
On our 31st wedding anniversary I bought him a Harley Davidson 1200 Sportster (see below) to replace the bike he’d originally sold to make the investment of a lifetime. (Ha!)
The Harley Davidson 1200 Sportster I bought my husband on our 31st wedding anniversary
We have two beautiful sons and two wonderful daughters-in-law; so far we have two precious grandchildren with a third one arriving at the end of this month.
My darling husband, Grant and me today. Married 37 years!
As with any project you tackle in life, our marriage was not always moonshine and roses. At first we had to learn to live with each other. For the past nine years he’s worked away from home, so we’ve had to learn to live without each other! As this post goes on air, Grant is winging his way across the African continent to the Sudan.
I’ll not exchanged one day of my life for anything in the world. Looking back over the years I can honestly say that the good times have far outnumbered anything negative that may have taken place.