For the Heart
December 4, 1949. Sixty-four years ago today my mom and dad married. The story goes that Dad asked her to marry him on December 3rd and they eloped the next day.
I have no wedding pictures of them. I wish I did.
They were a cute couple.
Love Dad’s bathing suit!
They gave of themselves. The first seven years they let mom’s little sister and brother live with them.
My parents were never wealthy, but they were hard workers.
Dad worked in a paper mill when we lived in Florida. My oldest sister happen to come across this picture of it.
My mom was a “housewife” until I started school.
Dad quit the mill when I was four years old, I think. Can’t really remember.
We moved around for the next four. He had started selling mobile homes. In the early 70′s that business went bust, so my dad did whatever jobs he could find, most at minimum wage.
Mom had her LPN license. Licensed Practical Nurse. She never did go back to get her Registered Nurses license. That was a shame. She was a great nurse. She went back to work when I started school. Then she developed varicose veins and had to stop what she loved to do. She went to school to learn to be a secretary so she could have a “sit down” job.
If I could type like her this post would already be done! lol
They did like to have fun. Mom was in her 40′s the first time she tried to learn to water ski. Dad was a great story-teller. He would tell me an “Old Bill” bedtime story just about every night. They were fictional stories based on some truth about the dog he had while growing up. How I wish I had written down his “Old Bill” stories. I would get them published as children’s books.
How I wish I had gotten my mom’s green thumb! She loved to work in her vegetable garden. She would get home from work and go straight to the garden and stay there until it was dark. The bounty she got from such a small garden always blew my mind!
Mom didn’t get to know my kids. The twins were only 5 months old when she died. Dillon wasn’t even thought of yet. At least, I hadn’t thought of him. God had.
We spent our last Christmas with Mama 23 years ago. Our last with Daddy was 10 years ago. Daddy loved Christmas. He loved to give presents. One year, when his health wasn’t so good, he gave us all $50 each. Dillon was just 5, I think. Daddy gave him 50 $1 bills. You should have seen the look on Dillon’s face. He thought he got more money than the rest of us because he had more bills. Daddy loved it!
They celebrated their last anniversary on this earth 23 years ago. They didn’t do anything special. Mom was getting to weak. They never made a big deal of it anyway. 42 years!
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad! I love you and miss you!