My favorite holiday memory is of a Christmas Eve in 1965 when I went to a high school classmate's party and talked with a fellow I had
known since 9th grade but had never seen as a potential boyfriend. I had been dating another, older fellow, but for some reason that
night I did not invite him to the party. I drove my dad's new car that ended up getting hit in the friend's driveway, and that "fellow" was
there to comfort me and assure me all would would be fine.  And, it was.  When he called me a few days later and asked me to see a movie
with him on New Year's Eve, I said yes.  He had never been on my radar, but after spending an evening with such a nice fellow, one I
found to be intelligent and of high moral character, I began to realize that these were the values I wanted in a husband.  Four years
later we were married---exactly one week after college graduation.  It was a Christmas Eve that changed my life.