Remembering Bob Stone

August 10, 2006

Edie’s memories of Bob

Filed under: Bob — rememberingbob @ 11:10 pm

I remember going to the “tea dances” after the football games at U of T, I used to arrange to get off work to go to them; Dave Williams danced with me, and he had a little black book with all the girls’ names in there, and he put mine in there. About two weeks later he asked me out, and I thought he was quite nice but he didn’t call me back. That was in the fall of 1954. In early January, I got a call from Bob Stone, who said his frat brother Dave Williams had given him my name and number, and was looking for girls who would go on blind dates. All the other guys got hooked up with other girls, until the only couple left was Bob and I. Gord came in his old Hudson with Bob to pick us up, and we went and had a grand time.

I quite liked Bob when I saw him. It was raining, and I had to sit on Bob’s knee in the car because there wasn’t room for me to sit anywhere else. He had a scar on his nose from a car accident he had in Syracuse, and had a lump on it — I tried to pick it off because I thought it was a raindrop. I thought he was wonderful — kind and gentle, and he treated me like a lady. He told me he loved me. That was the first time someone came out right from their heart and told me they loved me. It was one of those things where you just clicked. I was quite smitten, but he didn’t call, and didn’t call, so I started dating other people. Finally in September, I was doing a stint working, and a call came to call Bob Stone. I was so excited, I called him back and we played phone tag; then set up a date and from them on continued to date.

I never knew why he didn’t call me for a long, long time. Then his mother told me later that he was going out with someone else at the time. We always talked about getting married — I don’t remember a formal proposal but at one point he asked to marry me and I said yes. I told him I didn’t want a ring but he went to his dad and borrowed $500 to buy a ring at Birk’s. He worked at Akers and I was working at Toronto General, and we got married in 1957. We decided to do it as simply and cheaply as possible, so went to the Riverside Inn in Bradford for our reception, and picked our own lily of the valley from the graveyard on the edge of our property.

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We got the bridesmaids dresses from Simpson’s, and my father’s suit was also from there, and they were all supposed to be there on the Monday before the wedding. But by the Friday, the day before the wedding, there was no suit and no dresses, and I started to cry the night before. Then we found out the suit was in Brantford instead of Bradford, and the dresses were sitting at the train station for 10 days. For our honeymoon we rented a Chrysler, someone wired a rotten fish under the hood, someone put tin cans and a Mickey in the car. We had a room at the Oro Motel. Bob had a bottle of champagne, hit me like a ton of bricks, because I wound up drinking his as well as mine. The room was going around and round when we got into bed, so I had to put one foot on the floor, and Bob got a washcloth for my head. We stayed a few nights at Killarney Lodge and then Bob was graduating so we had to be back.

We had an apartment in Niagara and Bob started work on Monday. Mum and Dad had put food in our apartment. I got a job at the hospital, in the OR. Dave was born in 1959 and weighed six pounds and then we had to move to Chute de Passe, and I had to sterilize Dave’s bottles in a Dutch oven on a hot plate. It took us four to five days to get there and we lived in a trailer that had one bedroom and a kitchenette. I was excited because I had a baby, and it was my first — I would look at David and say he’s mine, he’s ours, the first thing I don’t have to share with my brothers and sisters. Then we moved into a house, and somebody gave us a bed, and someone else had an old couch from somewhere. We stayed into spring of 1960 and then I got pregnant with Becky. Bob drove two days, day and night, to get home for Christmas.

We left in April — Dave had measles — and then we moved back to Niagara Falls into a little two-bedroom house. We left Becky at home one day when we went to Welland for peaches, got about halfway there before we realized we didn’t have the baby. But she was a good baby — we left her with the neighbour when she was six months old when we went to California. When Bob got a job with Northern and we were moving to Toronto, I found out I was pregnant with Barb and burst into tears, but Bob said we would make it work. We came up in 1964 to the Lawson’s cottage in Muskoka and had wonderful times, so we looked at renting something ourselves; Laws said the people next door to them rented their cottage, the Hainsworths, but they had it on the market so we decided to buy it. It was $7,000 and they wanted $2,000 down. We went to my father and he didn’t think it was a good risk, and went to Aunt Bessie and went to Uncle Jack. Then we put down a thousand and Bob’s father lent us the other thousand, and the mortgage payment was $29 a month for the next 10 years.

He was everything to me — he was very loving, caring, somebody I could confide in, someone who helped direct me; he was a good friend, he loved fun, and had a sense of humour. He always had a respect for women and for me — my mother said to me when I was getting married that she knew I would be happy, because he was so kind to his mother she knew he would be kind to me.


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