In 1976 the cover fell off. A couple with whom I went to church who were attending seminary at Southwest in Ft Worth, took it and had it rebound in bonded black leather. I got it back about nine months before I left the Air Force to move into the basement of the Nav rep in Birmingham.
Jenny and I were married in 1978 and went on staff with the Navs. I led Bible Studies and spoke from that Bible until I finally retired it around 1985. Galatians and Revelation were falling out, it was literally falling apart. I went through three other thin Bibles in the years since and my daughter gave me a really nice one a couple of Christmases ago. I have never marked in another Bible. To this day I still know some passages by where they fall in that Book. Last year I found a man in Shawnee, OK who rebound both Jenny’s Bible and this old friend. The cover is new. The edges of the pages are worn and tattered. But the notes and highlights (some of which are washed away from the effects of the Bible getting soaked during hurricane Fred – another story) are still there. Working through its pages during the past year, has been like getting reacquainted with an old friend after a long separation, but picking up – you may know the feeling – right where we left off.