ABSTRACT
Our marriage (February 2, 1974), like our courtship, has been conventional. It was love at first sight when we met at the elevator just outside the sixth-floor tearoom of the Atlanta Y M C A (September 2, 1973). Ernest was a fashion coordinator for a local department store,I a state college professor from 100 miles away, deep in the peach and pecan orchards. One of us black, the other white; both native Southerners. We commuted every weekend for five months. Our friends were not surprised when we decided to marry.
