A Remembrance, Judie and Jim Elmquist, 2023
August 1963-June 1965
It just came to us as Judie and I were talking about the beginning of our marriage…and how it is much like the lives of many others…how it is a strange and twisting path we all follow…and how our lives are changed by all the experiences of that path…
I am not going to describe how we met, in the late summer of 1961, in front of Feld’s Store in Golden Valley, Minnesota…me in my 1953 green Ford flat-head six…let’s just leave that for another time…but it was a wonderful meeting, we didn’t know it at the time, but it was wonderful…and that meeting, as well as this part of our story, gives meaning to the phrase I found one day in rural Montana, 22 miles West of Billings at Molt, Montana…it was and is, a mostly deserted small town where we had a great breakfast and listened to live Western music as we ate breakfast that Saturday morning…I read this phrase on the bulletin board of that restaurant…it was a newspaper article about John and Grace Leuthold who lived near Molt, and had been married 71 years…”Love becomes devotion,” John said. “That’s what we have.”…
John’s comment begins for us with love, of course, but somehow developed into devotion…and that comes with experience and experiences in life…that is what I want to share in those first few years of our marriage…we are on our way toward our 60th year of marriage and I can agree with John and Grace that early love over the years becomes devotion…solidified by years of experience and experiences we have had…
We were 21 in 1963…So let me start with August 3, 1963, we were married in Big Rapids, Michigan…I was still in college, in fact I had about 2 years left at the time…I had a two year degree from the University of Minnesota in my pocket, and after we married we planned to move to Mankato, Minnesota, about 85 miles South of Minneapolis to finish a teaching degree…Judie and I had planned the move…we stayed with my Grandparents for about a month before we moved to Mankato…we were both working so we decided to work those few weeks before we left…we rented a truck and put in all our earthly possessions for the move…we moved into a very small basement apartment, with the “arms” of an old furnace in an old house…Judie was not too happy with that arrangement and after a few months we would move to a newer, bigger and more accommodating walk-out basement apartment, in North Mankato…
We both worked, Judie at the telephone company and me at a local grocery store…in November 1963 we lived through the assassination of President Kennedy, the reaction to which reminds me of what 9/11 felt like so many years later…on a cold February morning in 1964, we were driving up to Minneapolis to visit, we were in an accident on the freeway in South Minneapolis…an elderly driver made an abrupt left turn to cross a maintenance road to the other side of the freeway, we hit him and though our car was a new 1963 Chevrolet, seatbelts where not yet required, so Judie and a friend who was with us went through the windshield…not really through it but broke the glass and they came down on the broken glass…it was as bad as you can imagine…ambulance and blood and all the rest…Judie and her friend were in the hospital for immediate surgery and then plastic surgery…it was the kind of thing that is life-changing and disrupting of jobs, school and everything else…
We were 22 in 1964…So 1964 started, as we always said, with the car accident and soon after with Judie being pregnant…a busy first year of marriage…as the year went on, our landlords decided to build a new house just down the block from their present home…they told us they wanted us to move with them, because they would build an apartment in the walkout basement…that was okay with us…so another change in our lives when the building of their house would take longer than they planned…we had to move out so the new owners could move in our present house…we moved all our belongings to two different friends garages…what would we have done without our church family…
Some friends from church, Pete and JoAnn Yaeger offered a bedroom at their farm in Mapleton, about 22 miles South of Mankato…we lived out of our car for about a month while the apartment was being finished…we helped finish the apartment…and in the meantime I went to school and Judie babysat for a friend of ours…our day was something like this: left the farm early to drive to the home where Judie babysat…we carried our clothes in car…and food in a cooler…I went to classes and picked Judie up and helped at the house for a while…then off to eat supper somewhere…sometimes at the farm when they asked us to eat with them…but mostly it was on our own…drive the 22 miles, most days it was after dark…then to bed and in the morning it started all over again…the apartment was finished in time for Jay to be born, November 22, 1964…we settled into our new surroundings…
We were 23 in 1965…The winter of 1965 was a tough winter in Minnesota…there were many days of no school, so much snow…which later would bring a lot of concern to everyone in Minnesota…1965 is still a record that is talked about every year since…there was so much snow and warnings of flooding was everywhere…and it became reality very soon that spring…there was record flooding and danger of our apartment flooding…the Minnesota River which flows through Mankato was at a record level…I was involved in the sandbagging of the river…classes at the college were called off so students could help sandbag…we sandbagged the bridges so they could be like levees against the flood…houses were floating down the river as we sandbagged…it was dangerous…Judie was home alone with Jay and was rightly afraid of the flood…in fact they ordered us to evacuate our apartment…our church family helped us to move during the emergency…our things ended up in two different garages on higher ground, and when we were told we had to leave, Gary and Carmen Schimpp offer for us to stay with them until the emergency was over…we moved back to our apartment, and when the Spring Quarter was over, we decided to move back to Minneapolis because we both had jobs there…
I had one class to finish in Summer School…it would complete my teaching degree so I could graduate right after Summer session…and my teaching job in Michigan was in the offing…it meant that I would have to come back to Mankato every day for a little over a month to complete the class…we had visited Croswell, Michigan for a job interview a few weeks before and had the job when we completed my classroom work…so one very muddy evening we trudged back and forth from our basement apartment to the rental trailer and drive back to North Minneapolis to the apartment we rented there…we both had jobs, Judie was working at the Billy Graham offices in downtown Minneapolis and I was working at M.L. Gordon Sash and Door in St. Louis Park…I had worked there off and on since I graduated from high school…Judie had worked at Billy Graham in college…so all was familiar to each of us…
Judie was now pregnant for Jared and Jay was babysat by a neighbor Judie had met…a friend picked her up for work and I had to get up early for a 85 mile drive to my class in Mankato, about 1 ½ hour drive…I would get up about 5:00 and drive non-stop to Mankato…then after class, jump in the car and drive 85 miles to my job at Gordon’s, work until about 4:00…then home to our apartment in North Minneapolis…Judie would have something for me to eat…play with Jay some…change clothes (shirt and tie) and off to Brookdale (a shopping center) to work from 6:00 until 10:00…I worked at Sears in the paint department…then home to bed and do it all over again, the next day…you may say, you were guys were crazy…Yup, you are right, but we were young, excited to be done with school and visions of a new job in a new place…and we felt we were following the Lord’s leading us, still do…and it was only for 4 or 5 weeks…
We finished the course and graduated in July of 1965…we worked until we needed to move to Croswell, Michigan…we had met with our new landlords when we were there for our interview…Irving Dingman…he was a farmer and though he and his wife didn’t live on the farm, he still farmed it…it was a two story furnished home and that he had remodeled, in fact he would add an upstairs bathroom in our second year there…he and his wife like many people we met became like parents to us…we didn’t have a dime to speak of, when we arrived there…didn’t even have money for our first month’s rent…one of the toughest things I ever had to do is go to Mr. Dingman and asked him if he could wait until our first paycheck to get paid for the first month…he said it wasn’t a problem…but the next day or so, I had to ask him for a loan of $5.00 so we could buy baby formula…he reached for his billfold and asked if that was enough…he was going to give me more…I told him I was embarrassed enough to ask him this much…he told me “There’s more where that came from.”…he is a hero of ours…what a great lesson in living for a young couple…
We consider those years, the beginning years of our marriage…tough, but good years…financially hard but it was going to be that way the whole way, so why not get used to it…but the beauty of those years was the spiritual growth…and the ability of trusting the God who is in control of it all…what a great time for us to live…what a wonderful time we had during those years…I will now finish with a brief flourish of our history before all our kids come on the scene, Jess and Jeremy…and to show how God was preparing, as He does with all of us, for what would come when Jeremy’s tumor was discovered…
We were in Michigan the fall of 1965 through spring of 1968…age 24, 25, 26…Our time in Michigan was a great learning experience, both for teaching but also for life…we loved all those we met there and our Pastor and his family are still wonderful friends…Jared was born March 1, 1966…and later Jess was born in October 19, 1967…our landlord’s told us their son was moving back to the farm, we would have to look elsewhere for housing…we decided to move back to Minneapolis…
We were 26 when we moved back to Minnesota spring of 1968…We moved into my Grandparents house and I worked at Gordon’s and I served as an interim pastor at a small church nearby…
The following year, 1969 we were 27…I got a job teaching at Coon Rapids High School, I worked for them a little over 30 years…we moved to a rental house in Champlin Minnesota…and Judie began working with Tupperware and did so until she retired…
We were 28 in 1970…Jeremy was born May 6, 1970…we certainly did not expect what was coming…but as we look back, we had been in training all our lives…
We were 29 in 1971…Jeremy turned one…we moved into the first home we ever owned in Andover, Minnesota…and after 10 moves or so, we got to settle down and lived there for 38 years…
We were 30 in 1972…by the end of the year, Judie had taken Jeremy to the doctor and they had admitted him into the hospital…and he had surgery for the brain tumor they discovered on January 15, 1973…we were both 30…Jay was 8, Jared was 6 and Jess was 5…we were now in a race that would start as a sprint, but would quickly become a marathon…