Silly enough, neither can remember the date–but it was a while back…either 1963 or 1963. They overlooked Portland, the City of Roses. He opened heh door of the 1960 VW and plucked a snippet of grass, then fashioned it into a ring and placed it on Pam’s ring finger. He asked her to marry him which resulted in the purchase of matching gold bands. Rings with hearts would come later when they could afford them. The original rings corroded within a year, were set aside and remain in Pam’s jewelry box. We haven’t worn rings since. It takes more than a ring to make a marriage.


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