Hello and Welcome. Come on in, kick off your shoes and make yourself at home. My name is Carl Peters. My wife is Susan. Sue and I recently decided that we needed to add a few new friends to our life and felt that setting up a brand new web site and blog was one way to accomplish that goal. So … here we go. Our story is a little out of the ordinary but we both believe that the Lord had a plan to bring us together as husband and wife. (Jeremiah 29:11. NIV.) So we credit Him for being in the details. I am 71 years old and Susan just turned 49 two months ago. Yes, you read that right. I’m a little more than 22 years her senior.
My first wife, Mavis, who had been my sweetheart for 47 years, was taken home to be with the Lord early in 2009. Beginning in the spring of 2008 her health began to slowly deteriorate until she finally passed away of both colon cancer and bone marrow cancer the morning of May fifth, 2009. But she left me with our five terrific children, nine beautiful grandchildren and a lifetime of wonderful memories.
I am retired and now a writer. I am self published on Amazon Kindle (Go team Kindle!) and Susan is an MD, a specialist in geriatrics. No laughing, please. I might as well state this disclaimer here at the beginning: Yes, I am an author but I do not read the unpublished work of other writers. Period. So please do not send your work for me to review. If you do, I will simply return it unopened. Sorry. It’s a legal thing … I’m sure you understand. And even though Susan is an MD, she does not, cannot, and will not give medical advice to anyone except her personal patients here in our home area. Heck fire, she won’t even be MY personal doctor. Instead she makes me go to another MD!
So back to Carl and his new bride. What, exactly, can you expect to get from our blog? I plan to write, probably once each month, about our life together. I’ll share how we are adjusting to one another, considering our age difference, about our ups and downs, our spiritual walk together, things that cause us to go into laughing fits and also those times when we “bump into each other,” causing sparks to fly.
Hey, we were married by our pastor in a private ceremony in the church library on a cold winter’s morning in January of 2011. We just recently celebrated our first nine months together so we’re still on our honeymoon. And we plan to keep it that way. What a joy it has been, though, learning to love this unique and wonderful Christian woman and to have her learn to love me in return.
But it hasn’t all been wine and roses. Sue has been an MD for over 20 years and was a single Christian woman for the previous eight years before I met her. Susan was my first wife’s personal physician before Mavis passed away. I considered Sue as my wife’s doctor, nothing more. And I was no more to Susan than the husband of one of her patients. Sometime during that year following my wife’s passing, however, Sue and I met again in church. We agreed to have coffee together and a friendship began that took us through 2010, during which time the Lord introduced us and helped us to see that it was His desire that we join as one. But as I said, it wasn’t smooth sailing.
We butted heads on many issues, and also enjoyed one another’s company the balance of our “Getting to know you,” year, all with the Lord’s help. Sue is a strong, intelligent Italian with a streak of “particularness.” And she’s set in her ways. I’m an incorrigible German with an even stronger streak of being particular! And, yes, I’m set in my ways too.
She is a city girl, born and raised in South Chicago. I’m a western Pennsylvania boy who was raised to hunt and fish and run the hills and valleys of old PA. My late wife, Mavis, and I were transported to the Colorado mountains in our 40s and finally ended up here in north Idaho in the summer of 2002 to be closer to our kids and grand-kids. I’m the outdoors-man. Sue is the indoors woman. She is a gardener, when she has time, and she fears spiders more than Indie Jones hates snakes.
But oh, how the Lord has helped us learn to love each other. I remember thinking about Susan one time early in 2010. I believe the Lord was impressing upon me at that time that I was to become Susan’s best friend, marry her, and show her the love of a Christian husband, the kind of steady, unconditional, faithful love that only Christ can place in a heart and in a marriage.
And now you know what we will be posting each month, or as often as we can select something appropriate to blog about. We plan to share mostly humorous things that happen during the course of our life together as the Lord molds us into one for His glory. Sometimes we’ll also share a tear or two. We desire that the Lord be lifted up and glorified by our personal testimony. Perhaps our little stories will even help some of you as you see the Lord working together with us in our new partnership. Drop in for coffee from time to time and bring a friend or two. We’d be glad for the visit. And don’t forget to leave a note about our ramblings. Until next time …
“May the Good Lord bless and keep you … ‘till we meet again.”
PS: One of these days I’ll tell you about the time I asked Susan something that she calls the “best pickup line” she’d ever heard.
I have been told that my writing is “Rockwellian.” Whether that’s good or bad, from time to time I will also end the post with a small taste of my writing chosen from one of my novels. For this first post I have selected a brief section from chapter two of my novel, Transgression. If you would like, you may click on the link to that book on Amazon Kindle, in the sidebar to the right, above. Once on Kindle you will be able to read several chapters if you choose, glance over my bio, read a short synopsis of each of my novels and more.
A selection from chapter two.
The aging ivy-covered cottage was all but hidden from the community now, cloistered on all sides by an impenetrable ten-foot wall of shrubbery and lilacs which had woven themselves with almost child-like obstinacy into the rusting mesh fence surrounding the cramped lot.
The only easement to the house was through the two ornate iron gates, browned with age and quick to screech their operatic complaints when anyone dared enter — the front in her shrill two-note soprano, the rear in his grating chesty baritone. The gates had originally been well-oiled, upscale citizens and proud of it. Now their hobo destiny was only to guard against a stray dog from time to time. Sad lot.
The small one-story bungalow, known only as The Haunted House to the children in the neighborhood, was shaded and fussed over by three old-maid maple trees — formerly sisters, as the story goes, who had fallen under some morbid curse years before when mere school girls. The spinsters now served out their fate, “Planted in this spot until you rot!”
They were notorious, this mischievous three, for reaching over the lilacs in an attempt to snatch a stray child or two who might be scampering by below on their way home from school.
The youngsters in this part of town claimed that the sisters could be heard on blustery January nights clothed only in their snowy white bed sheets, whining their eerie windy wintry woes. Old Man Summer, on the other hand, would often catch them snoozing in the warmth of the mid-day sun or giggling during a storm as the rain soaked their hair and ran down their arms all the way to their toes.
The sisters were forever holding hands, whispering secrets to one another across the sagging roof of the cottage. Secrets that could only be shared on still and moonlit nights. Deep dark secrets that made them blush red on cool fall evenings.