My parents, Elmer and Jean, were married 69 years ago today. For health reasons, my father took his bride after the wedding and headed west to Colorado from Pennsylvania. He had no job, only a few dollars in a checking account, and a car that couldn’t be driven at night because the headlights didn’t work. If I had been their parents, I would have been horrified.
But they made it, just like so many of the Greatest Generation. My mother has taken a photo every anniversary. I posted a blog about their 67th anniversary along with their scrapbook. You can view it here. I need to update it.
Or maybe I will just wait until they hit 70 years!