In 1955, I got a train ticket to visit my relatives in Cleveland. On my return trip, I met handsome soldier. He asked if he could look at the train timetable was held in my hand and then if he could sit next to me so that we could chat. I agreed and invited him to share the lunch my aunt (pack) for me before leaving. We talked all the way. Finally, we exchanged (address) and he said he would contact me.
After a week, I still didn't receive a letter him and began to think he'd forgotten about me. On Saturday, the phone rang and a familiar voice asked if I would like to go out together. We ended up in (see) On the Waterfront at the Kallet Theatre. We had a more dates during his Army leave, and then he (send) to go overseas. For the next two years, we kept in touch with each other by letter.
In 1957, we got married. We've been together for more than 60 years, raising three daughters who now have daughters of (they) own. Before taking my trip to Cleveland years ago, I was warned never (speak) to strangers on a train. I'm (certain) glad I didn't listen.
