Honoring Our Husbands and Wives -- Betty & Paul Allison

February 2024

   My Paul and I were married in January 1961 and he was in a car accident in July 2020, living only four days after that.  We had a wonderful marriage.  He lead us, all those years, to church.

   Paul was a wonderful husband and father.  Those years, we didn’t holler to each other. We had a happy home.  He was the only boy I ever loved and I was the only girl he ever loved.  We always tried to do what was pleasing to God.  We were both saved as children.

   We went to the same junior high school.  Our first date was to a hay ride with his church youth group.  Paul was thirteen years old and I was twelve.  All that is a story in itself.

   We had lots of church dates.  His family went to one Nazarene church and mine to another Nazarene church.  By the time we were sixteen, he would walk to my house and ride with us to church.  By then, we were in love and would have married but knew he had to have a job first.  When he turned eighteen, he joined the Air Force.  November 1960.  When he had a three week leave in January and had finished basic training, we were married.  (There was no sex before marriage).

   When my kids were dating years later, I told them “now don’t you do anything you are not supposed to do!”

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