Pope Benedict XVI's Resignation Announcement Evokes Memories of My First Trip to Germany

This morning I was surprised to hear that Pope Benedict XVI is going to resign at the end of the month due to his physical condition and advanced age. According to reports, this is the first time a pope has resigned in almost 600 years.

Born Joseph Aloisius Ratzinger, Pope Benedict XVI is the ninth German pope and the first German pope in nearly 500 years. According to news reports a new pope is expected to be elected by Easter.

The thought of electing a new pope took me back to August of 1978, the month Pope Pius VI died, the same time my husband Walt were taking a trip to Germany to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary.

You might wonder what the changing of the guard at the Vatican had to do with our vacation. Back in 1978, so did I.

Walt was born in a Bavarian town about thirty miles from Munich, not too far from the town where the current pope (Benedict XVI) was born. Bavaria is a predominantly Catholic area of Germany, strong in faith and strong in tradition. During our vacation I discovered just how strong.

Walt emigrated to the United States when he was a teen. Our vacation was going to be his first return to Germany since he'd left. He planned the trip. His sister Helga helped pay for our tickets, and his sister Irma watched our children. In addition to seeing the sights of Germany, we were going to visit Walt's family and attend the wedding of one of his cousins.

Because of the death of Pope Pius VI on August 6, 1978 -- until a new pope was elected -- the Church was in mourning. After our arrival we found out that the parish priest refused to officiate at Walt's cousin's wedding celebration.

Although I couldn't understand much German at the time, I remember seeing lots of tears and waving of hands and hearing heated exchanges among Walt's relatives. His cousin's wedding had been planned for more than a year. Many Deutschmarks had been spent on dresses and flowers and decorations and music and food wine and beer!

I don't remember if it was because a new pope (Pope John Paul I) was elected, the mourning veil was lifted, or if the family finally prevailed, but the wedding was held on the scheduled date and we were able to attend.

The old Gothic church was beautiful; the wedding was a lavish affair, with a solemn ceremony, a lovely bride, and the hoods of several Mercedes-Benz decorated with flowers. There was lots of food and drink and dancing and singing, and some memorable and unusual traditions.

It's hard to believe our anniversary trip was almost thirty-five years ago. Time flies, memories fade, but some traditions live on.

Happy Anniversary, Walt: Love Never Fails

Today is my wedding anniversary.

It's hard to believe Walt and I have been married for 44 years.

It was a freezing night in January when we met. I was 19 and he was 20. He was an airman stationed at Scott Air Force Base across the river in Illinois. I was working as a civilian clerk-stenographer for the Army in St. Louis. Kathy and Judy, two of my friends from work, convinced me to go with them to a Friday-night dance on the base.

Six months later, one week after he turned 21, we were married on a steamy Friday evening at St. Mary's Church in Bridgeton. We left for our honeymoon in Cape Cod later that night.

Today we are going to eat lunch at a restaurant he heard about on talk radio. He has been wanting to check it out for some time. They have great seafood and blues music. Two of his favorites.

Yesterday we ordered new living room furniture as anniversary presents to ourselves. When you've been married for more than four decades, a comfy couch and matching loveseat are quite the romantic gifts.

With this being a blog about books and writing, I have to make a comparison between writing and marriage.

When I read a book or a story, one mark of what separates the good from the great is: Would I read it again?

Like a great piece of writing, the question about our marriage is: Would I do it again?

Without a doubt, the answer is: Yes!

So, happy anniversary, honey. Here's to many more.

"Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails."  1 Corinthians 13.