The Dave and Pam Story
Jenelle here...
In honor of my parent's 30th anniversary, here's my dad's rendition of how the two lovebirds met (originally posted on the Walter Family web site five years ago.)
"Since our 25th anniversary is coming up soon, I have been asked to tell our 'how we met story'. So here it is.
It all started back in the fall of 1970. It was the beginning of my senior year at Reynolds High School. It was also the start of Pam's freshman year at the same school. Like most observant high school seniors, I was checking out the new freshman class.
Pam and I met each other in orchestra class where I was the hot young trumpeter and she was the fresh young babe that played the violin. I was famous enough to have my choice in those days but I will say that she took my breath away. Being a trumpeter and full of myself, I didn't realize then that she would be the one for me. She was gorgeous, but she was also very young, and I was intent on staying out of trouble.
Soon Reynolds was over the loss of me. I left Pam with only the memory of my handsome frame and long hair. Occasionally the rock band I was in would play a sock-hop at Reynolds. This was my chance to win her heart, but only from a distance.
Eventually fate had its moment in our lives. It was a night when hunger for my favorite #2 Chinese dinner overtook me. Unbeknownst to me, Pam had a after school job as a waitress at the Chinese Gardens Restaurant (famous for their #2 Chinese dinner). When she came to the table to take our order, I was overwhelmed. This windbag was rendered breathless for a second time.
Well, I don't know how she knew, but she came to the table and told me about that day's special on the #2 dinner. It may have just been my ego, but I sensed that she might have been flirting a little with me. That was it for me. I was in love. Beginning that day, and for about the next two years, I lived on Chinese food. Yep, mostly the #2 dinner. That fateful night at the Chinese restaurant, I asked her for her phone number.
Later I called her to ask her to a Chicago concert. Chicago had a trumpet player even better than me, if you can imagine that! Two years later I asked her to be my wife and the sound of wedding bells rang for us on March 22, 1975. We still enjoy going to Chicago concerts and remembering that first date with fondest memories."
-- Dave Walter
In honor of my parent's 30th anniversary, here's my dad's rendition of how the two lovebirds met (originally posted on the Walter Family web site five years ago.)
"Since our 25th anniversary is coming up soon, I have been asked to tell our 'how we met story'. So here it is.
It all started back in the fall of 1970. It was the beginning of my senior year at Reynolds High School. It was also the start of Pam's freshman year at the same school. Like most observant high school seniors, I was checking out the new freshman class.
Pam and I met each other in orchestra class where I was the hot young trumpeter and she was the fresh young babe that played the violin. I was famous enough to have my choice in those days but I will say that she took my breath away. Being a trumpeter and full of myself, I didn't realize then that she would be the one for me. She was gorgeous, but she was also very young, and I was intent on staying out of trouble.
Soon Reynolds was over the loss of me. I left Pam with only the memory of my handsome frame and long hair. Occasionally the rock band I was in would play a sock-hop at Reynolds. This was my chance to win her heart, but only from a distance.
Eventually fate had its moment in our lives. It was a night when hunger for my favorite #2 Chinese dinner overtook me. Unbeknownst to me, Pam had a after school job as a waitress at the Chinese Gardens Restaurant (famous for their #2 Chinese dinner). When she came to the table to take our order, I was overwhelmed. This windbag was rendered breathless for a second time.
Well, I don't know how she knew, but she came to the table and told me about that day's special on the #2 dinner. It may have just been my ego, but I sensed that she might have been flirting a little with me. That was it for me. I was in love. Beginning that day, and for about the next two years, I lived on Chinese food. Yep, mostly the #2 dinner. That fateful night at the Chinese restaurant, I asked her for her phone number.
Later I called her to ask her to a Chicago concert. Chicago had a trumpet player even better than me, if you can imagine that! Two years later I asked her to be my wife and the sound of wedding bells rang for us on March 22, 1975. We still enjoy going to Chicago concerts and remembering that first date with fondest memories."
-- Dave Walter
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