My version of our courtship story...from my journal, December 23rd, 1974 regarding events of the weekend of October 24-27  and following of that same year:

"The Cougar Band, of which I am a member, traveled to Tuscon tp play for halftime activities in the Arizona-BYU game.We stayed the first evening in Las Vegas, Nevada.

The key event the second day was that one Jeanne Young, a young lady whose maturity and strength spiritually had impressed me deeply in the two months she had ridden in our car pool...(she) transferred from bus 2 to our bus.  She had given me a box (bag) of chocolate chip cookies the previous day to thank me for rides to band (though I had not known initially it was from her)...I was delighted by this turn of events, though inwardly so.  She sat initially  toward the rear of the bus, and I didn't get much opportunity to speak with her; but later in the day, as the result of some shuffling (I fully believe this shuffle was planned and carried out by Jeanne's ingenuity and guile) we "chanced" to sit next to each other...and spent the rest of the ride sharing innermost feelings about everything from families to Christmas.  That evening we ate dinner together, oblivious, I fear, to the presence of two other band members at our table.  The seeds were sown.

The next day was filled with excitement and rehearsals as we prepared for the big game.  So busy were we that Jeanne and I saw very little of each other (I found out later that she thought I was upset with her).  Fortunately as we filed into our seats for the game we ran into each other and decided to sit together...our band performed superbly as the football team completely outclassed an Arizona team who was predicted to win the WAC championship.  The score: 37-13.

After the game, Jeanne invited me to an Institute dinner that her cousin (Lillian) was taking her to.  At this time I finally realized there might be a chance for me in her life.  I couldn't believe it.

The rest of the trip was one of those affairs where everything seems like a dream - and you're walking 2-3 feet above the ground.  We rode home together on the bus, shared our meals, and managed to fall in love despite the harassment of a Cougar Band "kangaroo kourt".  The next week was pitted with highs and lows, of fears and affirmations; but the key seemed to be the feeling we shared as we sat at the foot of the Christus Statue in the Salt Lake City LDS Visitors' Center that the direction we had been moving in was sanctioned by the Lord.  Consequently, with some deep prayer and after a little prodding in a Marion G. Romney address we heard the next (Sunday) evening, I asked Jeanne to marry me - and she sealed her fate by saying "yes"!  

"We've got everything to do here, and nothing to do it with but our hands.  Never waste a lick, and make every lick work twice for you if you can.  No man lives long enough to get done all he wants to do, but if he works slipshod and has got to do it over, then he wastes his life."
-Attributed to and quoted at the funeral services for William Stradling, my great great grandfather on your great grandmother's side.