I am George Ann (Steele) Allen. I grew up 14 miles south of Ringling at Orr. When I was 15, my dad and mother would let me drive our red pickup in to Ringling on Saturday night.


I am George Ann (Steele) Allen. I grew up 14 miles south of Ringling at Orr. When I was 15, my dad and mother would let me drive our red pickup in to Ringling on Saturday night.

 

All the kids and grownups would come to our house. Kids would be hanging out all over it. I would stop and pick up everyone that was on the road into town. If you had money enough, you could go to the show early or to the Preview. Everyone was trying to find a parking place to visit with their friends and all the stores stayed open until about 10 p.m.

 

My girlfriend, Christine Thomas, and I were walking across the street. Arch and his girlfriend and my aunt and her friend stopped to say hello. Arch asked my aunt who I was. He said, “I remember her when she was a little girl.” Arch was raised at Atlee southwest of Ringling.

 

There was just a grade school, Atlee, Center Point and Union Hill. My mother, Anna (Roberts) Steele taught school at Union Hill. My dad drove his truck to Center Point and picked up the kids. Arch rode his horse to Center Point and rode to school at Orr with my dad.

 

The next Saturday night, he was in town looking for me, but I didn’t know him. Christine and I decided to go to Healdton to the Preview. This car wanted us to stop, Arch got out of his car and said park your pickup at the Y and let’s go to Healdton and get a Coke.

 

Joe Hub Collier was with him. I told Christine I bet Arch wanted a date with her, because I didn’t know him. Arch got out and opened the door for me and said, “George Ann, you get in the front with me.” That’s the beginning of our love story.

 

We dated for about six months and Arch asked me to marry him. I was 16 in December and he was 32. We married March 24, 1945. After about two weeks, we told mother and dad.

 

Arch had worked for his dad all his life. One day Arch’s dad said, “Arch, I know you are married.” He said, “I want you to keep working for me,” and he stayed with him for a long time.

 

We were married 56 years. I loved him so much. He was the love of my life. Our children, Pug and Vicki, and grandchildren, Amber, Shane and Dustin, think their dad and papa hung the moon. I still look for him to come home every day. Arch died Aug. 28, 2001. He worked so hard for his family, We had a good life. Thanks be to God.