****Back story. My mom and dad were married in 1957 at the very young ages of 15 years old and 17 years old. Mom was pregnant at the time and Dad wanted to marry her. My dad is Hispanic, and my mom is Irish/mix. Mom and Dad's sisters and brothers were very much against my parents getting married. But my grandparents weren't. My grandmothers went to the courthouse with my parents and signed the consent for them to get married. My parents were married for 66 years and had seven children. Mom passed away on April 2, 2023, and Dad is still alive at the time of this article writing which is March 2025. These are the stories of their life according to them. ******
The First Time We Met by Dad
There used to be a gas station in Pompey's Pillar Montana called Witzel's Gas Station. It was owned by Earl Witzel. All the kids would go there to hang out. We would play cards; drink sodas and listen to music. The first time I met your mom was playing cards there. I kept winning at cards. She accused me of cheating and threw her cards at me and took off walking down the road. She was pretty darn quick. I jumped in my car and followed her. I caught up with her on the bridge on Fly Creek in Pompey's. I stopped the car and rolled down my window. She called me a cheater and tried to hit me and before she could say anything else I grabbed her and pulled her through the car window. You know those 1948 Chevys had big windows and she was pretty small. I held her close until she quit hitting me. And after that we drove around until she quit being mad at me. I took her back to the bar in Pompey's Pillar, where her parents spent their time.
The next day she called me from school. I worked at the elevator in Pompey's Pillar. It used to be by the train tracks. She called me at work and asked me if I wanted to go to the drive-in movie. That's when I knew she liked me.
SK Virtue as told by Gonsalo Morales Jr.
side note: I always thought Dad was the one who asked mom on a date, but it seems it was the other way around. 😉

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