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How I met my spouse: farmer’s market romance

Barbara first met her future husband at a farmer's market as a young teen. Six years later, they met again and were married in 1968.

Every Saturday in 1959, when I was 13, I’d beg my mom to let me do her shopping for her at the Pottsville, Pennsylvania, farmers market. If she didn’t need anything, I’d still walk down to the market and stroll around, checking out Steve from afar.

Steve was 18 and worked at the Carl Farms stand in the market. Just the fact that he was five years older than I was made me feel safe, ensuring that he wouldn’t notice my adoration. Oh, how Steve could sling those 10-pound bags of potatoes! I was so impressed with him—and his black hair, slicked back into a stylish ducktail, didn’t escape my notice, either.

One sad Saturday, Steve was nowhere to be found. I asked his boss about it, and the gruff farmer said, “Oh, he joined the Army. He’s gone.” I thought I’d sulk forever, and I probably did—for a week.

Jumping ahead six years, I was working as a bank teller when word went around that three single guys were starting work on Monday. We girls couldn’t wait to check them out.

I walked in Monday, and there sat Steve. I quickly phoned my mom and said, “You’re not going to believe who started working here today!” She remembered him, too. I guess all my gushing had an effect.

Within two days, I was told to train Steve to be a teller. Within six months, we were dating. Three years later, on Dec. 7, 1968, we were married.

Barbara Conage • Schuylkill Haven, Pennsylvania

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colleen abraham October 31, 2011 at 10:01 am

thats what i mean…these stories make me S_M_I _L _E…

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Brenda Doran November 3, 2011 at 8:24 pm

What a great LOVE story!!!! It gives me HOPE!

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harriet November 5, 2011 at 6:29 pm

No wonder you love to go to Leesport and all those flea markets-they remind you of meeting your wonderman!!!! What a great story.

HAT

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joan kelly November 10, 2011 at 6:39 pm

beautiful story. jk ashland, pa

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Jean Hill November 11, 2011 at 1:26 pm

Good things truly do come to those who wait…I waited by my locker for a half hour once for my husband..(not then).When I saw him coming around the corner, I pulled a book from the bottom so everything would spill out onto the floor. Knowing him to be a gentlemen, he stopped to help me collect my things. We will be together 34 years next month!

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Nancy OConnell November 11, 2011 at 11:37 pm

“Across a crowded room” This story reminds me of meeting my husband, except he watched me. dearcat, Maine

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Penny November 30, 2011 at 1:55 pm

I met my Husband at a fleamarket I met him in feb and married him in nov. I guess it was love at first site

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Carolyn Sanders December 9, 2011 at 4:15 pm

As a college senior, I met my husband Joe at Bethel College and Seminary in the fall of 1953. He was a first year seminary student, starting a couple of weeks after the college started classes. I overheard his housemate and him complaining about the school dining hall as all the women students sat together and so did the men. They wondered, “Is this a puritan dining hall?” I convinced one of my housemates to join me and boldly sit with them the next night for dinner. We wanted to show them it wasn’t a puritan dining hall after all.

Several weeks later we had our first date, were engaged in three weeks and got married in June, seven months later. We have been happily married for over 57 years.

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Emma December 15, 2011 at 4:11 pm

I wish things were that way now. I love to look back, things seems to complicated now. No one wants to have a mate for life. People my age, 40′s , want right now. Everything is so commercial.

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Barbara Fowler January 10, 2012 at 1:46 pm

I enjoyed your sweet story, but even more remarkable is that I think I resemble you in my wedding picture. When my husband saw your pic, he said, “She looks just like you!” Dick and I were married on June 8, 1968.

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Norma January 10, 2012 at 4:11 pm

Carolyn, how I loved your story. What a whirlwind romance. There was probably no way anyone thought that relationship would last since it all happened so fast. You both were blessed to have found each other.

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Theolinda January 10, 2012 at 5:25 pm

A great story that puts a smile on the face of the reader.

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Lorraine Hiester-Smart January 13, 2012 at 10:00 am

wonderful story and how you came together after that many years is remarkable! It was “meant to be”; really enjoyed this, and thanks for sharing it!

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Tracey January 23, 2012 at 3:51 pm

My parents got married in 1953 or 54 and they are still together today. I do not know of another couple that spends as much time together as they do and not get sick of each other. Hollywood depicts marriage as being horrible and that men and women need to have their own friends. Not true for my parents though I know each relationship is different, my mom and dad are pains when the other one is away for very long.

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Kemada March 11, 2012 at 5:35 pm

God bless you! I think your testimony is awseome and it is amazing how God gives us the desires of our hearts?

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Lou Hodgeman June 4, 2012 at 10:27 am

That was KOOOOL. I notice you didn’t get one, no, not one reply from a man. Well here’s one from Lou. I met my wife in the summer of 1961 and didn’t like her at first. I’ve always loved BLONDES, but my LUCILLE was a dark haired girl with hair on her legs, YUK. She was 5 years younger than me. I was dating her sister KATHY, but nothing came from that. LUCILLE came to work where I worked and on Dec 21 we had our Christmas party. I danced a slow dance with her and told her she was my girl and we were going steady, she said OK. 20 minutes later I asked her to marry me, she said yes. We were married 3 weeks later on January 13, 1962. We had 44 years 4 months and 8 days together before she passed away. I have written a short story about our life together. She left me for 2 days in 1966. Thank you for your story, it was sweet. I am grateful to GOD for all I’ve had with her. Lou

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Paul Manno June 29, 2012 at 2:16 pm

Great love story,but seriously that guy didn’t have a chance. Even so I think he’s a lucky guy.

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