In the comments under yesterday’s “Sharing The Cost Of An Engagement Ring” post, a bunch of you asked for my mom and dad’s engagement story (that’s them, pictured above shortly after the met). So I thought I’d ask Mom to tell you about it herself:
“It wasn’t really an “engagement” per se – i.e., no ring or rose involved. We met when I came to New York on vacation (I lived in Canada at the time). It was the weekend of the Woodstock Festival in August 1969, which we both missed (but which puts it into perspective time-wise, what with free love, rock ‘n’ roll, etc.).
He was with a band. We hung out one night, and by the end of the night the conversation turned to “I want to marry you”, and I agreed. I went back to Canada to wind up my affairs, and we talked every day on the phone. A couple of months later, I moved to New York to live with him. My father thought I was out of my mind.
As for parental approval of Jordan’s marriage…her father still isn’t sure he approves of her dating. But he’s coming around.”
