Happy New’s Year Eve 40th Wedding Anniversary

Forty years ago on New Year’s Eve 1983, I said, “I do,” in a seventeenth century chapel in France, not far from the famous WWII Landing beaches. What are the odds of a small town girl from the cornfields of Illinois meeting a French boy raised by the sea in Normandy?



Where else could we have fallen in love at first sight?
At a basketball game in Paris, of course!

We had just lost the finals of the French championship by one point. I met Gerald in the aftermath, so he witnessed my storm after a big game loss. He asked me out anyway.

Our wedding feast, so French, pheasant pate, fish in cream sauce, "trou Normand" sorbet, leg of lamb and pastries, with different wines and alcohols went on for hours. When the clock struck midnight the crazy uncles handed out party hats and pea shooters and turned the event into a New Year Eve party.

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We had no clue what we were getting into.

Challenges await across cultural marriage…endless official legal paperwork, les faux pas, the misunderstandings, the sacrifices, the compromises.

Opposites do attract. Gerald was a steady, pragmatic, realistic businessman with his feet planted firmly on the ground; I was an intuitive, impetuous, irrational dreamer living in the clouds.

But we were so alike in other ways. Both of us are ultra competitive, hyper-intense Type A’s. Our arguments could rock the roof off our old apartments in Paris, but though we do disagree at times, we are also fiercely protective and supportive of one another’s goals.

Together we endured heartbreaking losses — my career ending car accident, my miscarriages, my brain injury.

But our rewards were great; none greater than watching a bright, adventuresome daughter and a clever, witty son grow strong on basketball courts across Switzerland and go onto become doctors.

Gerald is so dependable, loyal, trustworthy, a man of integrity, but equally intimidating with his French sarcasm and quick temper. I am an overly emotional writer type that wears her heart on her sleeve.

Gerald, not a big talker, is the strong silent type. I compensate for his lack of verbosity by babbling nonstop.

I stood by his side when we laid his parents (our dear Papie & Mamie) to rest; he cradled my heart the day my dad died. As the years go by, we appreciate even more how much grandparents enriched our children’s lives and our own.

Though getting from one continent to the other has never been easy, we shared the best of both worlds. I learned to savor his French family dinners that went on for hours, he grew to appreciate my Midwest America at its best — corn on the cob and backyard BBQs.

We learned to compromise. He’ll never love burgers, but found a recipe for meatballs with ground beef that he enjoys too. I’ll never appreciate fois gras and raw oysters, but I savor the French art of savoir-faire when it comes to fine dining.

Over the years our love grew stronger strolling the beaches of his homeland Normandy and walking through the woods of our family cabin in Wisconsin, traveling throughout the Old World and sharing the bench on basketball courts, cheering on many kids, our own and others.

Whenever I crawled in despair, ready to give up, he pulled me back up on feet and encouraged me to keep fighting. When my book, represented by 3 agents couldn’t find a home, he made sure my story got published. When the school where I taught and coached wanted me to be a keynote speaker at graduation, he persuaded me to rise to the challenge. After my brain surgery, when I feared my words would jumble, he urged me to speak at Illinois State University’s Title XI celebration as a part of US women’s athletic history.

I supported him through seven different moves from assistant director to CEO, helping our kids readjust and remaking our lives.

He applauded my success as a coach and supported our children by volunteering as a score table official and team chauffeur.

On our wedding night, we united different generations of American, French and Germans, once enemies, to a shared table in Normandy, in the very land where their countries had fought each other. In our marriage, raising two bicultural, international kids as global ambassadors, we always strived to bring people together.

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Gerald made me a better me. After forty years of triumphs and tribulations, I helped bring out the best in him. We became more together, than we could ever be alone.

I raise my glass to us, and to our family and friends around the globe!

Happy New Year!

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    • Thanks Dave. Where is your next road trip or will you be flying the friendly skies back to Europe?

  1. Oh, Pat, you are such a writer! I wanted to read this aloud to my dear husband, because what a boost for both of us to see such a portrait of long-time true love and devotion. But I couldn’t possibly. I can’t even read it without crying, let alone speak it.
    Love to both of you.

    • Thanks, Lynne, for such an uplifting message. I feel like I have been limping along so much lately and my writing has struggled along with me. It always means so much to me to hear from you. I wish you both a New Year filled with blessings. I look forward to reading more of you in 2024! Lots of love right back at ya!

  2. Oh Pat, what a beautiful portrait of long-time love. Congratulations to both of you!
    The wedding picture with the “Marburg Gang” is amazing!!!
    Happy New Year!

    • Thanks. Oh yes, I have so many fond memories of living in Germany and my Marburg Gang and my favorite Manschaft. Those were the days. We created
      beautiful memories to last a lifetime.

  3. Congrats on the anniversary, Pat, and Happy New Year to all of you! Wow, 40 years. That’s incredible, and I love how you said that each of you makes the other better. The way I see it, that’s pretty important.

    • Thanks Debbie. Happy New Year to you too. Wishing you a year filled with friendship, good health and happiness.

  4. Dear Pat,
    dear Gerald,
    Congratulations on your 40th wedding anniversary! That’s something special in our days. I still remember the day in Normandy. The ceremony in the town hall (the mayor wore a tricolor sash), your beautiful blue dress that you wore (?) and the first “real” champagne that I drank at the wedding reception.
    That was 40 years ago. It’s unbelievable how quickly time flies. But apart from the bad things, there have also been many wonderful moments. And our friendship has lasted!
    Tom from Marburg

    • Aw thanks Tom. It is so good to hear from you and find out how you remembered looking back on our special wedding New Years Eve 1983. Having my Marburg gang there meant so much to me back then and now especially since we have remained connected over the years. It seems like a life time or 2 or 3 ago… so much has happened since then. Sure hope we can see you again. Lots of love and kisses from la Swiss Miss.

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