I was with a group of my friends and we were walking around the Farmers Market in our small town of Huntsville, Indiana. We were buying some apples and this great looking guy walked over and asked me if I liked fruit? I smiled and said yes and he handed me a wax apple and told me it would last forever. We talked most of the day and then he asked for my phone number. Allan called and we started dating.
On the 5-year anniversary of when we met, Allan phoned and said to meet him at the Farmers Market. We met at the apple vendor’s cart and started picking a few apples, when Allan held one up and said that it looked good. I was shocked because it was another wax apple, which he then pulled apart, took the ring out and asked me to marry him. That was 45 years ago so a wax apple does last forever.
