Fifty nine years ago today was a Saturday and JG and I got married. In the chapel of the university we were both attending, with friends and our parents witnessing. It had taken us a week to arrange, and my mother bought me the dress I am wearing and brought it with her. The hat is a loan from my cousin. The placement of my feet is, um, typical.
A week previous to this event, JG and I were sitting in his apartment on a Sunday morning and I said to him "For two cents I would call my parents and tell them we are getting married next weekend." He handed me two pennies.
And the rest is history.
Just as a footnote. Our eldest child was born a little over three years after the wedding. JG's mother was happy about that. Probably my mother was, also, but she didn't say so.
So young! Kids really! Great photo and happy anniversary!
ReplyDelete23 and just shy of 21. Yeah. But I am sure you know that at that age you think you are fully grown up and equal to anything.
DeleteNow I understand that FB post.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations.
Imagine being married to a strict and proper English teacher for almost 6 decades.
The strict and proper bit? Only on paper.
DeleteOh, my. What a wonderful photo. Happy Anniversary to you, dear friend. At that age (and we were 22 when we married), we were plenty grown up, I think. I know we were more grown up than our own kids at the same age.
ReplyDeleteIt was such a different world. The grandkid talks on the phone to her parents just about every day from Montreal to Ottawa. I wrote letters once a week from Kingston to Windsor and called, as I remember, once between September and December.
DeleteWe were married February 16 1963! I'm now widowed:-|, though. Must have been a good day.
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