Photography courtesy of Libby Voltmann.

Bryan Adams Class of 1970

S teve and Libby Voltmann have been married for almost 50 years. What’s their secret to a lasting marriage? Laziness.

“We were too lazy to move out whenever we had trouble,” Steve says. “After a time, we fell back into not being mad at each other.”

The neighborhood has been part of the Voltmanns’ story since they met as juniors at Bryan Adams High School. Libby saw Steve getting on his motorcycle from across the parking lot and was instantly attracted.

“I was like, ‘That’s him. That’s what I want right there,’” Libby says. “It was an innate thing in me. Even today, he’ll walk into the room, and I’m still like, ‘You’re so handsome.’ I think he was excited about the attention, but it took him longer to settle in with me. We’ve always had a really good time together.”

The couple continued to date after they graduated from Bryan Adams, but they broke up briefly before they got married, upsetting them both. The pair arranged for Steve to collect his belongings from Libby’s apartment, but Libby, who was working as a flight attendant, misread her work schedule and missed the rendezvous. She was so frantic during the flight that she spilled a tray of orange juice on the floor. When she landed, she rushed to a payphone to call Steve.

“I didn’t want him to think I had blown him off,” Libby says. “I said, ‘I don’t want to do this. This is terrible. Let’s get married.’ He said, ‘OK, let’s get married.’”

Much like the proposal, the wedding was a spur-of-the- moment decision. Steve woke up late for work, and instead of rushing to be on time, Libby suggested he call in sick so they could get married. They took a day trip to the Rockwall courthouse and celebrated their nuptials with horrible pink Champagne and dinner with Steve’s mother.

“We were 21, but we thought we were plenty old enough,” Libby says. “Most of our family was disjointed, and no one was concerned about what we were doing.

“My father didn’t talk to me for 10 years because I married him. He thought I should marry a doctor, lawyer or rich guy. Steve was just a hippie. He has turned out to be the best man ever — all the things my father was not: a stable, loving, good father.”

Advice: People love differently. Steve loves me in a quiet, steady way. I love him in an emotional, passionate way. Learn to understand that.

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