Ruby and I had been dating for probably 6 months and started talking about a future together. I had been thinking about proposing because I was going to be leaving Trinidad soon, but she beat me to it. One day she just kind of blurted it out and we decided right then and there to get married.
The plan was for her to come to the states soon after I got discharged from the Marines in June of 65. She didn’t get there until April of the next year though, so we were writing letters back and forth for 9 or 10 months. That was our main form of communication, as talking on the phone was so darn expensive. I was working at General Motors making $3 per hour and to make a call to Trinidad, it cost about a dollar per minute, which was kind of crazy.
In our letters, we made plans for the wedding and talked about what was going on. In January of 1966 we had a huge snow storm in Syracuse with about 5 feet of snow, which even made the news in Trinidad. The papers labeled it the storm of the century. Knowing Ruby, I can’t imagine she was too happy about moving someplace so cold, but she never said anything about it, and ultimately she was very excited to marry me.
This first photo was taken in April of 1966 when they were at the airport right before Ruby was leaving for the states. Ruby is on the right, her mom is in the center and her sister Vicenta is on the left.
When Ruby arrived, my Dad picked her up at the airport and Ruby said that he was very nice, but actually a little nervous. Until we got married a couple weeks later, we stayed in my mom and Dad’s apartment, in separate bedrooms. My mom insisted on that. She was not a fan of hanky panky.
I’ll save the story of our wedding day for yet another time.