Exactly sixty six years ago tomorrow my parents were married on my father's thirtieth birthday. They were introduced in October, 1946 -- not a long courtship -- by a couple who were friends with both sets of grandparents. My father was living in New York City and my mother in Hartford. My father, somewhat unconventionally, moved to Hartford after they were married and three years later I was born at Hartford Hospital.
My father died in 1982, much, much too soon. I doubt if he ever wore white tie again. I know he was much happier in a flannel shirt and the best times we had as a family were casual times. Whether it was raking leaves, being at the beach or long Sunday drives to historic places there were many good times and lots of fun. I am very grateful that my parents took that leap on March 2, 1947 and they are both remembered with love and gratitude. Happy birthday, Daddy!
I am linking to Flashback Friday, where I hope to be a frequent visitor.
Wishes for a weekend of sweet memories and happy times!