My parents met at Tabor College in the fall of 1977. My mom, Jane, was a junior and my dad, Mark, was a freshman. Mom played tennis and, as an athlete, had to be at Tabor a week prior to the start of class. Dad also arrived early - freshman moved in a few days before other students to begin orientation. Dad insists that he saw Mom sitting on a ledge the first day he arrived and knew that he wanted to get to know her (side note: when I was at Tabor, they frowned on any ledge sitting or making out in the Schlichting Center like they all did in the '70s).
They officially met when they both kept their horses at the same place outside of town. When Mom found out that a freshman guy was keeping his horse there, her first thought was "Good! I bet I can get him to feed my horse in the morning so I can sleep later." I asked Dad what he thought about that and he replied, "Well, I said sure, because I wasn't going to class anyway!" At the time, they were both dating other people, but started to hang out. Apparently, it was always as friends and Dad's cousin Rod was always with them. One night while driving around, Rod parked the car, got out, and decided to let them have a little time to themselves :)
Their first date was to Daniel's Landing, a pizza restaurant in Wichita. Most of the rest of their dating life consisted of driving to McPherson where they rode their horses and roped calves and then stopping at Taco Tico for burritos on the way back to campus.
Mom and Dad were married on June 2, 1979. They started their life together in a trailer house north of Henderson (more on that coming in the next chapter!) and have three kids and seven grandkids. Dad runs the farm my grandpa started back in 1957 and my brother and my husband both work on the farm too. Mom stays busy watching grandkids, helping on the farm, canning tons of food, scrapbooking and bowling.