John and I had spent many hours talking about many things while we watched the children play or swim. One night Carolyn met him at the door. She called me into the living room and there John stood with a beautiful diamond ring.
He asked Carolyn if he could ask me to marry him and she agreed. Aunt Eva came in about that time and saw what was going on.
I still wore my wedding ring, and I asked what I'd do about that. Aunt Eva said she'd wear the wedding ring, and she did.
If she and Beth Ann had not encouraged me , I doubt that I would ever have given up my widow status.
Sam Cunningham had taken care of Jim and Carolyn until he took tuberculosis just before John and I married. He had developed the TB from some strain that got loose in Galveston.
One Sunday John and I drove to the government-run sanitarium where Sam was, north of Fort Worth—Wichita Falls, Dennison, Denton or Gainesville. I don't remember, but we went to visit him.
He was so pleased about our coming marriage. He told us that he knew the best honeymoon spot. Lake Murray in Oklahoma. He convinced us that it would be great and got on the phone and made the arrangements before we left.
He was so lonely, away off there. I guess at that time, little was known about a cure for TB, and so many people were afraid to go near some one with the disease.
Sam didn't live long after that, and over the years I haven't kept in touch with his children or his wife Betty (who was the sister of Rush McMillan, James’ witness at our wedding; Rush practiced medicine in Central Texas, maybe Llano, but I didn't see him much after graduation).
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