Betty was 17 or 18 years old when she met her husband.
He was working on the turn pike surveying and boarding with a good friend of hers whose name was Twilla Lilly. She had told Betty about this man, and one day when in the grocery story with her niece, Betty met Twilla’s son, Carthy.
Her future husband, William Jack McCann (Bill) happened to be with him, and Carthy introduced them. After that, Bill began coming to her house. He would come down on Saturdays, and they would go out together. They dated until he joined the Army during the war.
Bill was on the list to be drafted, so he went ahead and signed up. He was stationed in Germany for two years. Betty wrote him the whole time he was gone. When he came home, she was working at a store in Beckley. He would pick her up from work often for dates. One night, they went to the restaurant that was next door just to get something to drink. That’s when he pulled a little box out of his pocket. Inside was the ring set. He said, “Do you still want to get married?” She said yes! So after about a month, they ran down to Parisburg to a minister’s home and got married.
This July would have been 60 years of marriage for them. He died 10 months ago from congestive heart failure. “He was a handsome, good looking man,” Betty says. “A loving person.”
They had two children together. Barry Jack and Marcela Lynn. Barry also passed away recently.
Advice that Betty would give to other couples would be, “Stay together, love each other and do for each other. Bill always did things for me that I never expected him to do.”