Looking Back Tuesday - Moving to Denver, Colorado

We got married on March 9th of 1968. Originally we were to be married in December of '67 but Mr. Very Young Right's military deferment around which we had made our wedding plans became invalid when he suddenly received his draft notice. Before we could turn around twice, he was on a big bus heading for Lackland Air Force Base, Texas. Had he not left right away, he would have been drafted into the Army (think Vietnam) instead of enlisting in the Air Force (think four years instead of two).

After he finished basic training, he was assigned to Lowry AFB in Denver, Colorado. Once his tech school started, we knew when he'd get leave and started planning our wedding. I went to visit him between Christmas and New Years and as soon as I got home, he called and said he had the date for his leave.

March in Indiana is not the most idyllic time for a wedding but the military not the weatherman dictated our schedule. For our abbreviated honeymoon, we drove south aimlessly. Here we are on our honeymoon. I'd only stayed in a motel once before this little trip which must be why I took a picture of the towel rack and tissue dispenser. I'm laughing so hard. (And next week I'll write about the first time I stayed in a motel.)

After a very few days we returned home so we could see everybody and start west for our new life in Denver. Mr. Very Young Right had rented an apartment for us that I had not even seen pictures of and I was pretty anxious to see where we would live.

So we packed up all our wedding presents and some clothes and headed west.

I still remember the mountain range peeking over the horizon as we got closer to Denver and that feeling of anticipation, wondering what kind of home we would have. I think I was picturing a fairly modern apartment in a fairly modern apartment house. Instead it was a fairly old apartment in a fairly small bungalow with a total of 4 apartments - one upstairs, 2 on the main level where ours was, and one in the basement.

Here is the house as it looked last February when we were in Denver:

Our apartment was on the left. There was parking in the back and here's what our back entrance looked like when Mr. Very Young Right was standing in front of it.

This back door led directly into our kitchen. To the left was a fairly good-sized bathroom with a tub and no shower. If you walked straight through, there was a huge walk-in closet on the left and then the living room. The living room opened right into our bedroom which was previously the front porch so it had windows all the way around.

Of course it was completely furnished and all the wooden furniture was painted Microsoft blue.

But it was ours and I liked it and felt pretty grown up. I'll bet I would have been so surprised had I known the life and adventures that were ahead of us.