Jack Driving His Green Nova Reflecting on 22 Years of Marriage
As I drove home to suburban Jenkintown through rundown Ilorth Philadelphia in our dark green nova, I had in my mind the clear image of Rose Marie's strength and sanity. I had much to e thankful for. Less
than three months before in January of this year (1972), we had celebrated our twenty-second wedding anniversary. To be sure, we had our bumps and low points, but it seemed to me we had always been able to wOT-k our way through problems quickly.
Rose Marie said, "After twenty-two years Jack was still the appreciative husband who brought me yellow rases and small gifts with some frequency. He not only loved me, but he liked me. He called me 'my friend, a consoling presence.' Many times I said to him, 'Jack, you can handle any conflict--as long as you and I are secure in our relationship.' That was very true. He saw my friendship as the stable point of reference in his life, and I don't think he had any idea that it was possible some bitter thoughts might be cooking in the basement of my life.”
Rose Marie’s Story: Suprised by Grace, p. 13-14