07/08/2023
This is Carolyn.
Memory takes the actual events of life, twists them into individual perspectives, then stores them for later remembrance. That is why Terry can relate actual facts from the past and while I recognize the details I don’t remember it exactly like he does. Ask investigators at the scene of an accident with several witnesses if the stories match up. They don’t but each viewpoint provides important information. The truth requires some piecing together.
It is true Terry did purchase a motorcycle and a parachute for the first two birthdays I celebrated after we were married. Yes, he did try to convince me they were for me—well, sort of—it is hard to convince a woman, even a gullible, naive one, who is terrified of heights, that throwing oneself out an open door of an airplane might be fun. The motorcycle did not exactly do it for me either. Trust me on this.
It is true I accompanied him to most of his jumps and I did learn to pack his parachute, which drew a bit of praise from the others jumping—astonishment too. Who lets their wife pack their chute? Some of them were already divorced and remarried by that time. I did watch him jump—ONCE. That was enough. His jumpmaster actually leaned out the open door and shouted—OPEN YOUR CHUTE! YOU ARE TOO LOW! Such reassurance to a young wife with a toddler and a baby at home not to mention a vivid imagination of being a widow at age 22.
Such were the early days of our marriage. We married in 1965 and by 1969 all three of our children were born. I was not prepared for motherhood any more that I was for being married to a man who embraced risk and adventure while I struggled to keep my sanity. When Terry broke his neck in a water skiing accident in 1972, I had come to understand that while our life hardly mirrored the marriages of the people around us, it was not DULL. Oh, for a little boredom.
Looking back gives me pause. Sometimes I am overwhelmed by all the missteps and mistakes I made back then. My choices of dealing with Wild Man hardly could be called admirable. Believe me I can be the Queen of Passive/Aggressive. I also pulled into myself until I went back to finish my education at the University of Tulsa in 1974. I give thanks to God for that opportunity, because I discovered going to school was something I was good at. Go figure.
Wild Man continued, but subdued. He continued water skiing and together we taught our kids to ski. He gave up skydiving and earned his private pilot’s license. He worked for a Security/ Alarm business in management before embarking on a short career as a private investigator for an independent oil company. Then at loose ends he went back to college, finding the more mature version of himself excelled at education. We both had separate but important spiritual awakenings leading Terry eventually to seminary and ordained ministry.
Over fifty-eight years later we still find loving each other worth the rough periods which God has used in some ways to keep us in check. Another example of God’s economy is that having been there, done that, even if you are never going back keeps Grace at the forefront not judgement of self or others.
Carolyn—out