OK, here's my Ron Chapman Story-
About 12 years ago, I started thinking about a girl I had a crush on at UNT in the mid-60s. All of a sudden I couldn't get her off of my mind, so I decided I'd track her down to see how life had turned out for her. After all, 30 years had passed since I had last seen or heard from her. Maybe that was why she was on my mind. But I had no idea what her married name would be now...I knew it wasn't MY last name.
I was fortunate to locate her because I remembered where her dad had worked. While he had since retired and passed away, the lady who answered the phone there remembered him and knew where his daughter was. She was a counselor at a Richardson junior high school.
So I called her, and she sounded the same as she did many years before. Youthful and enthusiastic. Found out she was divorced, too.
Well, back in college I had the Denton florist make a tree about 4 feet tall filled with red rose buds and heart-shaped lolly pops (OK, make out like you don't remember...there was a Jack Jones song, "Lollypops and Roses" that was popular then.) I had it delivered to her on Valentine's Day.
She told me as we were talking on the phone 30 years later that it was the coolest present she had ever gotten. (She didn't have to tell me that. I knew it was!)
So we started talking every now and then by and writing notes to each other, and I came to Dallas on business, so we had dinner. Then Valentine's Day was coming and I was thinking I may be falling in love again.
So here's where Ron Chapman comes in. He was the most popular DJ at KLIF back in the '60s. I tracked him down and asked him if he would do a piece on the radio where he told the story of the lollypop tree, that we had found each other again, and here was our song. Then he would end by playing "Lollypops and Roses."
I guess he either thought it was so lame of an idea that it was worth doing, or maybe he actually liked it. I never knew. But he did it, and as my old girlfriend was driving home from school, she heard it, and she was so shocked and caught up in the piece that she went passed by the house she had lived in for years.
So after Pastor Ron's radio blessing, getting Patty to marry me was a piece of cake. We listen to the tape of that bit about four times a year, and, of course, always on our wedding anniversary.
By the way, I sent Ron a hundred bucks and told him to either buy Mrs. Chapman some flowers or put it in the offering plate at church.