Here is Peggy M. recounting her incredible tale of love lost, close calls, and relying on God throughout all of her years!
I grew up in a small town called McGee Arkansas. I had a very strong faith, my mother was sweet and married my dad who was tall, dark and handsome… What you would call a “ladies man”. He could really dance, and my mother was very religious. From the time I was 5 years old, I went to church all my life. I married at 16 to a man named Snow. He was 18. I loved him very much and I was very happy being a wife and a mother, even though we didn’t have much at all.
“I washed our laundry in the bathtub on a rub board.”
Sadly, one day I discovered he was being unfaithful to me!
The moment I discovered this, I fainted and was taken to the doctor. The doctor told me I was pregnant and that I would have to lay flat on my back for 3 weeks if I wanted to carry the baby safely. I went home to stay with my parents so I could rest and they could help me with my daughter. I was determined to return to Snow, I loved him and was willing to forgive him. We had a family! Snow said he wanted to be free, and it broke my heart. All I got out of the divorce was an ironing board. I went on to have my daughter and stayed with my parents.
Later on, I was at a dance for railroad workers in McGee.
They had a live county band and I loved to dance. A boy named R.B. came and asked my date if he could dance with me. Well, we danced, but he had two left feet. He worked hard on the railroad and didn’t have time to learn how to dance. He asked me for a date, but I said no. He kept coming back and asking me all night, so finally, he persuaded me. I wanted to be nice, but I didn’t really feel anything towards him. R.B. went home and told his brothers, “I met the girl tonight that I’m going to marry”.
We went out a few times, and he declared his love for me and asked me to marry him. I knew he was deeply in love with me, but I just didn’t feel the way I thought I should be getting married. Eventually, as we spent more time together, I realized, he wanted the same thing I wanted, to be a good parent and have a nice little family. We got married and we had another child, a son, named Bob. I have 3 beautiful children, and they are as beautiful on the inside as they are out.
I grew to love R.B. deeply.
He took on my two daughters without a bat of an eye… we were married for 63 wonderful years. When he came to the nursing home here, I moved in here with him. We had happy times. R.B. needed surgery, and he had to go to the hospital. As they were taking him out, I went to say goodbye. I held his hand and said, I love you. His heart was strong, but after the surgery, he passed away at the hospital. I miss him a lot. He knew Jesus, and I know he’s in Heaven waiting for me.