Above: Don and Robin in Jasper, Alberta in October 2018 when their whole family, including two grandsons, gathered for Thanksgiving.

“Therefore, it is with reluctance that I relieve you of your undertaking to remain single, and grant you permission to be married.”

That was the final paragraph of a memo received by 8767 O/C Todd DW (Air) in December 1969. Notwithstanding that not so gentle rebuke from Commodore W.P. Hayes, Robin and I were married on May 30 1970 a week (or maybe two) after my seniors marched off the square. The story, however, did not start then. It was the end of Recruit Phase at College Militaire Royal de Saint Jean (CMR), the running of the obstacle course, lots of inter collegiate sports and of course a dance complete with young ladies bussed in from Montreal to be dates for the Preps who had been cloistered at CMR for almost two months. In late October 1966, my bride to be took a military bus from Livingston Hall, the student nurse’s residence of the Montreal General Hospital, to be a date for an unknown Officer Cadet at the College. At CMR Robin reluctantly got off the bus and, along with dozens of other young ladies, was led into Vanier Hall to the expectant gaze of dozens of young Preps. To make it even more interesting her future husband was not even there!  I had made the College basketball team and was getting ready to play a game that afternoon, so I asked a friend to get a date for me.  Little did she know that, that “pick up” by another young cadet would lead to a 50th Wedding Anniversary last May during the first wave of Covid 19.

A little context to set the scene for the younger readers and to refresh those that might have lived through those ground-breaking years. In the 1960’s and the decades before and intermittently for many years after when you ”signed up” it was part of the deal that your first and only love was the college. While there were many stories of Cadets marching off the square for the last time to be met with cries of “Daddy Daddy”, marriage was never officially acknowledged or condoned. In the mid and late 1960’s, however, subtle changes began to be introduced. Seniors could have cars! The number of overnight leaves were increased ( in quarters by reveille) and you could leave the college in appropriate civvies! I am sure there were many other changes but, the only one that mattered to Robin and me was the potential to be married before grad.

When I finished CMR in 1969 and headed down the road for two years at RMC I left my, by then fiancée, as a newly minted RN with plans to be married after my graduation in 1971. But, in the fall of 1969 rumours started that the “undertaking to remain single” could be challenged. In fact, a third-year classmate applied and was married early in his third year. Bottom line Robin and I decided we could make it work if permission was granted. Her skills as an RN were easily transferable and getting a job in Kingston would not be a problem so a May 1970 wedding, when I finished third year, was planned. Memos were written, meetings were held with the padre and the Squadron Commander and in December the Commandant signed off. Some of the more pointed admonitions and restrictions included in the memo were:

  1. “My views and the problems inherent in trying to mix a successful marriage and the life of a Cadet have been pointed out to you.”
  2. “It will be extremely difficult for you to devote the time, effort and loyalty to be a good leader within the College if you are married.”
  3. No College facilities could be used, no uniforms (i.e., no Scarlets wedding) to be worn and no reference in any announcements that I was an Officer Cadet at RMC could be made.

With that chilling memo behind us the May wedding planning began. While not top of mind at the time I thought the pushing of college traditions and norms eliminated any hope of a Bar position. I’m sure the same thought ran through the minds of the dozen or so other Third Years that had decided to take the early plunge. To the credit of those deciding the Cadet Wing appointments the fact that marriage was in the offing for some did not seem to impact the selection of the Senior Year Cadet Slate. When the CSLs of 5, 6 and 7 Squadrons took their positions in September 1970 Fort Champlain quickly was dubbed Honey-Moon Hall.

After a short honeymoon and settling into our one-bedroom apartment on Stanley St I was off to what was then CFB Borden for my second summer training learning the fine points of becoming a Logistics Officer. A lot of miles were racked up on the three-hour (when the traffic was good) weekend commute. With Robin’s work at KGH sometimes it was not even a full weekend. Once the rooks arrived and our last year as cadets really got going it seemed like Robin and I were often like ships that pass in the night. With her shift work and my college obligations for 6 Squadron, varsity, and intermural teams and oh yes academics it was often just a peck on the cheek as I rushed home to drop her off at the hospital for her 2300H shift. Then, heading back to the college the next morning for reveille before she got home.

As with most newly weds that first year of married life was a blur. In our case even more so with all the college parades, balls, sports, and a myriad of other activities not the least of which was getting ready for graduation. We did it all, enjoyed it all and looking back we realize it was an accomplishment that has served us well over the years. Like many writers in eVeritas have highlighted, RMC laid the foundation for being a successful officer and leader. For Robin and me it also laid a foundation for a long and successful marriage. When faced with challenges, and like all married couples there have been challenges, we could look back and recall our time at RMC. Yes, the challenges were different and we were younger but, the ability to face the situation, problem solve and come up with a way a head was honed during that first hectic year of married life.

With a successful graduation and one more summer commuting to Borden behind us we headed off to Victoria for our first of eight postings in five provinces over the next 17 years. Our first son was born in Victoria just weeks before a posting to CFS Beaverlodge in Northern Alberta. Two more sons and a daughter were born over the next ten years. And like many military families all born in different provinces. Add in Robin and me we have 6 of 10 provinces accounted for. Each posting was special in its own way, even Post Grad and Staff College! An unusual circumstance, without us even knowing it at the time, helped shaped our future years. Normally after Post Grad you are posted to work for your Sponsor, in my case the old DPSA, but that did not happen. Instead, I was posted to CFB Cornwallis to be the Base Comptroller. The three years at Cornwallis was a wonderful posting. We fell in love with Nova Scotia and it confirmed the realization that I really enjoyed command positions more than staff positions.

Fast forward four years. We left Winnipeg for Ottawa in 1987 with a promotion to yet another Finance Staff posting.  While challenging and interesting (including six months as an acting Director) it really was not my cup of tea. So when I got a call from a former DGSS, now working in private industry, offering me a new challenge in an Aerospace Company in Nova Scotia, we took the plunge. The company was focused on the repair and overhaul of military aircraft, so it was an easy transition.  Moving from Ottawa in December 1988 in the middle of a school year was another challenge for the family but, we got through it. Coincidently, and not known at the time, we purchased our new home from an Ex-Cadet a couple of years ahead of me.

With the knowledge that we would be staying put for awhile pursuing other interests became possible. Volunteering for different not for profit organizations brought an immense level of satisfaction. And again, those lessons learned at CMR and RMC: problem solving, organization, providing leadership and the ability to get the job done, often with limited resources, served me well.

My second career was almost as long as my Military time and just as interesting and exciting.  After Robin’s retirement from her reactivated nursing career in 2009 I continued to work part time on a contract basis for a couple of years giving me an easy transition to full retirement. Retirement priorities were supporting our parents and travel. That, and building a summer cottage on P.E.I. on an acre water lot we purchased 10 years before. Retirement, like many readers I am sure, did not go exactly to plan! But again, we faced the challenges of losing parents, a cancer diagnosis (now well behind me) moving to PEI for four years to try out Island life and getting serious about travelling. Then 2020 and COVID 19.

Our Covid interruptions and disappointments seem almost trivial when compared with those of others around the world. Our 50th Anniversary River Cruise and youngest son`s wedding can and will be rescheduled. With the Atlantic Bubble we were able to spend most of the summer and fall at our island cottage thankful for the almost isolation it provided. Our first year as a married couple was full of new experiences, adaptations and patience while we figured out the best way forward. It seemed almost fitting that our 50th year as a married couple would be nothing different.

Stay Safe Everyone.


  1. Lutz Sukstorf on March 9, 2021 at 10:38 am

    Great to hear Don & Robin are doing well. Don was my first real boss, when I arrived on my first real posting to CFB Cornwallis as a baby Fin officer. The Todd’s were great and Don was a most understanding boss, allowing me to have a TV in my office to watch the daily 1982 World Cup game and being very understanding as I commuted to and from Halifax on weekends to court my current bride. After reading the background, I guess I now know why he was most understanding when couldn’t always find me on Friday afternoons and early Monday morning on occasion. As PMC of the Officer’s Mess, Don also introduced us to frog’s legs as one of the main courses at a Mess Dinner. Probably one of the most exotic mess dinners I’ve ever attended. Quite a chance from the standard chicken or roast beef!

  2. Bevan Slater 8977 on March 9, 2021 at 11:56 am

    Congratulations Don and Robin! Bonnie and I, like you, celebrated our 50th last year on March 28 in the midst of the COVID-19 restrictions. We have nothing but fond memories of my final year at RMC (two slate 3 Squadron CSTO and Hons. Economics and Commerce) and our story echoes yours and Robin’s with the addition that our daughter, Christine, was born on ex-Cadet weekend of my 4th year. Interestingly, I was one of the Commandant’s Aides that Fall and General Lye announced Christine’s birth to some members of the Old Brigade who were present in his office while we waited to go out on Parade. As I have grown older I often relate to friends the kindness and support that Bonnie and I experienced from members of the College Staff who we were directly involved with, namely 3 Squadron Commanders Maj. Ken Lambe and yes, Capt. Andrew Nellestyn whose Articles we now see in e-Veritas. Also LCdr. Tex Thomas and the late Capt. Ken Eyre. The College Carpenter, Joe Moore (I had spent the Summer working out of the Boat House nursing an injured shoulder) and his friend, Rube Pothier( engineering lab tech) set us up with furniture and rental accommodation on Montreal St.. I went on after graduation to serve four years at Sea followed by Law School at Queen’s. I will be forever grateful for the help we received from all these thoughtful, kind, and generous people. TDV

  3. 8457, Rev. Paul Robinson on March 9, 2021 at 2:05 pm

    What a great article, Don. As another who joined the ranks of those relieved of their undertaking to remain single, so much of what you described resonates with Carol and me (including trackkng and training with you at CFSAL).
    Our date was shortly after yours on August 22, 1970. And, yes, rigours and demands of College life notwithstanding, I had my best assessment and marks in Fourth Year while serving as CSA. It was just a matter of getting in by 0600 so I could clear my inbox!
    Glad to hear retirement is going well. Keep on keeping on. And Bravo Zulu on your 50th. As for that River Cruise, like our anniversary trip to Europe, it will happen eventually.
    In the meantime, stay safe and be ye blessed!

  4. Donald Lovell on March 9, 2021 at 3:20 pm

    Thanks to you Don, and the others, who paved the way for authorizations, reluctant as they were, to be relieved from the undertaking to remain single. I was given such permission by BGen Lye in my 3rd year to marry my Victoria sweetheart. Charmaine wanted a wedding in her West Coast home town. The summer of 1973, I was not given any leave but instead sent to St. Jean for a French Course. So it was that we were married after Grad in 1974. One upside was that I accumulated 25 days Annual Leave! 10263 Don Lovell (1970 RRMC-1974 RMC)

  5. Marius Grinius on March 10, 2021 at 2:28 am

    You and your fellow “Honey-Moon Hall” CSL classmates of 1970-71 were true pioneers to prove that military “traditions” could ultimately be evolved for the better. Thanks to your proving it, such logical and progressive policy thinking soon led to the acceptance of female officer cadets as future military leaders. Yours was a big, and at that time, bold step in that evolution. It paid off.
    #8816 Marius Grinius
    Class of ’71

  6. Robert H. Thomas on March 10, 2021 at 1:23 pm

    I remeber it all well! I was coaching the basketball team and Don balanced everything off to be a contributor to the success of the team. Also, my son was a patient at KGH for a few days surrounding surgery and Robin had him doing rounds with her, carrying a flashlight. Part of my responsibilites as D/Dcdts was to be a point of contact for married cadets – my recollection is that they all did well and, if my aged memory is correct, actually improved their academic standing! Responsibility is a great motivator!
    5300 Bob (aka Tex) Thomas

  7. Derek Lovlin on March 10, 2021 at 2:50 pm

    Great Article Don. Good to hear you are well and flourishing. You should have called when you were out here we could have had a beer or two. We fondly remember those Beaverlodge days and all us young ex cadets with Major Slater.

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