Letter From the Editor
I haven’t always been a widower.
I moved to Colorado City in 2001 because I met Shirley Marie Wyrosdick Limones, a divorcee 11 years my senior.
We met online through one of those dating sites that were ubiquitous in the late ‘90s and early aughts. After several long phone conversations, I made the trip from deep South Texas - Weslaco, if you know it - to C-city.
I was no stranger to Wolf Town. My grandmother was Betty From Perkins - Elizabeth Grace Taylor Safford, a genuine English World War II bride - and she lived for most of her life in Colorado City, Texas, working at Perkins Apothecary and amazing many with her British accent and stiff upper lip.
In a way, she “introduced” me to Shirley - it’s likely I would’ve scrolled on by without comment - and would’ve missed out on my future wife - if either of them had been from anywhere else but Colorado City, Texas.
As it was, I did say something - and Shirley knew my grandmother, and my granddad’s regular evening walks with their bloodhound Joe, and we started talking.
Very soon thereafter I quit my newspaper job in Weslaco and moved to Colorado City. I got another newspaper job at a slightly larger town nearby, and we got married Sept. 22, 2001.
Shirley was a lab tech here in Big Spring, at Scenic Mountain Medical Center.
We had some great times together. We traveled all over the western United States during trips to visit my brother Marty in Seattle, and to see the Grand Canyon, just because. We frequently used to drive to Midland to partake at a restaurant or take in a movie.
January 31, 2013, Shirley Marie Cline passed away from heart failure. Happy anniversary, baby waby. I still miss you.