After dating for some time, my wife, Barbara, and I started preparing to have our wedding held near her family home near North, South Carolina.
Neither of us had ever asked the other about marriage, but somehow we managed to find ourselves gravitating that way. She and my mother-in-Law, Coan Culler, made the arrangements, and we set a date in 1985.
On the day before the wedding, Barbara and I drove from our home in Georgia to her family's home outside of North. On the way, we discussed the subject of who asked who and, of course, there was no real answer to that question. So, as we crossed the Savannah River at the South Carolina/Georgia border near Allendale, I stopped the car on the bridge and stood in the highway on the Georgia side while she stood on the South Carolina side and I knelt and formally asked her to marry me.
I was certainly pleased when she said yes. We then got back in the car and drove to her parents' home and were married at the Southern Methodist Church in Neeses the next day. Thirty-two years and three children ago, I married my one true love.
Submitted by Terry Kiser