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"A grand slalom-like drive in the dark through the Rocky Mountains was the weekend routine for my then-new boyfriend Fred in the winter of our courtship," wrote Sue Lucrezi of Lower Saucon Township.
"After working 60+ hours a week as a chemist, he would hop in his 1975 Chevy Nova on Friday night in Farmington, N.M., and crank up Fleetwood Mac on his 8-track stereo for the 300-mile journey. Through snow, sleet and freezing rain he made the seven-hour drive on the two-lane Million Dollar Highway through Red Mountain Pass with its hairpin turns, steep drop-offs and sporadic guardrails.
"We spent Saturdays and Sundays wining, dining and skiing among the rich and famous in Aspen, Colo., where I was working as a ski lodge maid. Those trips paid off in the long run because here we are 37 years later, still together and still crazy after all those years."
Lucrezi was among those who responded to the Doctor of Love's recent call for wintry Looove Connection stories. Specifically, I asked readers:
What is the most romantic/considerate thing your spouse or significant other ever did in conjunction with wintry weather, this year or sometime in the past? Conversely, do you have a story to share about a date or wedding disrupted by a snowstorm or other wintry disaster?
Kitty Moyer of Slatington sent me this note, along with the photo you see here:
"My wonderful husband, who has been shoveling snow nonstop, went to shovel a path to the car for me during the last snowstorm. When he didn't come back inside to tell me he finished shoveling, I looked out to see how far he was in his outside exercise, and this is what I saw. I didn't know if I should call 911 or a local snow removal crew. You gotta luv him!"
Ordinarily I would promote this topic longer, but I'm already late with what traditionally is a Valentine's Day feature, so I decided to plow ahead, so to speak. If this triggers memories for you, send them to me and I'll slip you into a future column or blog.
I received three longish responses. I'll give you one today and share the others Thursday.
This one comes from Jan and Grayson McNair of Lower Macungie.
"On Feb. 3, 1961," Jan wrote, "I was a student attending class at Muhlenberg College. It was just after 11 in the morning when it began to snow. My heart sank because it was the day of my Junior Prom, and we had been informed it would be held that evening regardless of the weather.
"My date was planning to drive from the University of Virginia to escort me to the prom. Since it was over a six-hour drive, I guessed he was already on his way with his brother (also a student at Virginia) in his brother's car. I frequently (and nervously) glanced out a window while watching the snow accumulate inch by gut-wrenching inch. Would they make it?
"The two brothers got as far as Emmaus High School close to their home when the car had a wheel malfunction — a chain had slipped and caused a problem. Even though the snow was quite deep by that time, they managed to jury-rig the wheel and arrived home only slightly late. Quickly changing into his tux, my date then drove his father's car to my house in Allentown, where another couple joined us for the drive to the Frolics Ballroom. I would guess about 10 inches of snow already lay on the ground.
"The ballroom inside was warm, dry and filled with carefree, happy prom-goers who cared little about the weather. But when we opened the doors to leave, 18 inches of snow greeted our tired eyes! We wondered if we would ever get home.
"With some luck and driving skill, we made it to my house. I lived on a narrow street that was not plowed. When my date tried to drive away, his car got stuck. So did the car behind being driven by our friend. It was then about 4 a.m.
"I woke my dad, who helped the two drivers shovel open two ruts so the cars' wheels could maneuver down the street. It worked for my date, who drove away never realizing our friend's car had a narrower wheel base that did not match up with the ruts. My dad and the other guy had to keep shoveling … and shoveling. As it turned out my date arrived home safely that morning, but the other couple did not get home until two days later! My girlfriend lived on top of a mountain reached by a steep, winding road, so they had to spend the next two nights at the home of a relative. They had a lot of explaining to do to their parents.
"That was the last time I wore that dress and the last time I attended a prom. My dyed red shoes and matching handbag, together with the wet snow, caused the dye to 'decorate' my white satin dress with red blotches.
"Still, in the end, the four of us had a wonderful story to tell about our prom adventures! After all, besides snow, romance hung heavily in the air that night. My prom date and I have been married to each other for 51 years … and so have our friends (the other couple)."
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