Dating

Favorite Person: Teresa Bohren (Griffin)

MBBC — Mon, 12 Nov 2007 17:52:01 GMT

Having met (and not liked each other) a few years earlier, Teresa and I found ourselves at Maranatha in late August 1968 as the college was beginning. While I was busy working around every rule and regulation and having a good ol' time of college life, she was the epitome of grace and godliness. She was the Proctor, placed in charge of "The Cloister" (women's dormitory) as a junior and would have died rather than knowingly break a rule. An odd couple had she been willing to disregard her standards, lower herself and date me. But part of her job was to warn the female underclassmen of the likes of ME. I heard of her warnings and asked her to have a cup of coffee in the brand new campus snack shop and defend her words. We sat and fussed and argued and sparred for an hour. Words flew, innuendos and open repartee. She would not back down, and I (a senior ministerial student and debater) could not win. I bought her a dish of New York Cherry ice cream to cool things off, but she let it melt, uneaten. Finally, she grew embarrassed over the squabbling and got ready to leave. She apologized for being so frank with me. Then she asked if I had anything to say. I replied, "No, but I accept your apology." With that, color rose from her neck, she said she would NEVER speak to me again, and then picked up the dish of ice cream as she walked out . . . and unceremoniously dumped it in my lap. I WAS IN LOVE! Here was a beautiful young lady who was smarter than I, more talented, able to parry every verbal thrust I made, and would not back down one iota. The ideal woman to bear with me, bear my children and bear the unique challenges of living in a fishbowl as a pastor's wife. That day in 1968? Friday the 13th of September. And by Friday the 13th of December, I asked her to marry me (and thankfully, she accepted). We celebrated 37 years as one this June, and I love her more than ever. But never since that day will I buy New York Cherry ice cream. I may look stupid but . . .

--Bob

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Open Door Counsel from Dr. Cedarholm

MBBC — Wed, 16 May 2007 16:36:30 GMT

It looks like Dr. Cedarholm has stepped out. . . or maybe he and his wife are on another missions trip. What happened to you in his office when the door was open? Did you ask about who to marry? Did you tell him about your plans to head to the mission field? Did he tell you about a Christian school opening he thought you should look into? What happened to you in his office?

How We Met

MBBC — Fri, 11 May 2007 21:24:50 GMT

From Debbie Jones: "When my spouse was a junior at MBBC, he wanted to have a date for the Junior/Senior banquet, but he had a real dilemma because he was not allowed to date the Academy girl whom he really liked. As a result, his best friend suggested that he ask me to go with him as a friend since we all knew each other from our weekend extension work. Although we had no real interest in each other, he did ask me to go with him and I accepted. Of course, he had to get his girlfriend's permission first. Two weeks before our date, however, he and his girlfriend broke up. To our surprise, we had such a good time together at the banquet that we never stopped dating each other." Read more faculty/staff love stories on the Maranatha website.

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