Daily Archives: July 5, 2013

Forty-five Years

David and I keep telling each other we can’t be old enough to have been married forty-five years, but this Sunday we are celebrating that anniversary.   Forty-seven years ago we started dating and we got serious pretty quickly.  I knew this was the man for me.   He was my soul mate.  No other guy did anything for me.  It was like all through high school I was waiting for the right guy to come along and my junior year David came to my high school.

David’s parents had moved to the Virgin Islands and he didn’t want to go there his senior year, so he moved in with his aunt and uncle for the year.  That didn’t work out so he moved in with his grandparents later.  I knew all his family as I had grown up in the same town. He sat behind me at our first football game, we went to a movie the next Sunday, he gave me a “steady” ring and the rest is history.  I know some people think we were much too young to know what we wanted, but we knew.

Fast forward through all the years and here we are.  A good time to remember our wedding day.  Here are a few pictures from that day.  My Uncle Russell took most of the pictures.  We didn’t have professional photographers at weddings back then.  Somehow it seems better that way to have a family member catch the moments.


I looked like an angel in this picture.  Boy, did I have David fooled.


My sister, Joanne and David’s brother, Bill were our only attendants.  The dresses were made by a seamstress in town.  My colors were pink and white.


We were married by two pastors. I liked the pastor we had, but I also wanted to be married by the pastor under whom I became a church member and was saved.   I loved Reverend Stockinger.  He was truly a godly man.  So maybe that is why our vows took so solidly.  No, I just think we took our vows seriously.


My daddy said he just could not give one of his daughters away so my oldest brother, Jack, gave me away.  Jack has since passed away.  I miss him.



I loved my cake.  It was iced in a basket weave and was so pretty.  I don’t remember tasting it.  I was in a daze that day.




My sister wore a pink dress, pink hose and pink shoes.  She did that just for me.



Is that a look of adoration or what?  My sister-in-law was about to give birth.  My niece and David’s sister look so little.  Oh my.


We left the church to get in the car to drive around town honking the horn. David’s brother drove and because he lived in the Virgin Islands, he forgot he was supposed to drive on the right side of the road and we rode out of town on the left side screaming at him to get over.  We died laughing over that.

After the reception, we went to get our car. David had parked it at the Stuckey’s where I worked at the time thinking it would be safe from getting decorated.  We were wrong.


My co-workers had made sure we would not escape and decorated the car to include bottle caps in the hubcaps that made a racket when we drove away.  David finally had to stop and remove the hubcaps and take them out before we went on our honeymoon.


Ah, sweet love.  Forty-five years later it is as strong as ever.  Happy anniversary, David.  You have made my life wonderful just being in it. Love you.





Happy Birthday Daddy

Some people are blessed with a good father and I was one of them.  Okay, I didn’t always appreciate him when I was growing up, but in hindsight he did a pretty amazing job of instilling a good work ethic, morals and a love of God and country in all his children.

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My dad was pretty handsome.. He had brown hair and blue eyes that just got bluer the older he became.  He would only have to look at me sternly with those eyes to make me behave.  I would be crushed if he said anything to me unkindly which wasn’t often.  I have a grandson who reminds me so much of my dad.  He has his ears and his eyes.  Hope he grows up to be like him.

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My dad was the youngest in a family of girls.  He had an older brother who died from tetanus so being the only boy left and having older sisters made daddy a spoiled little boy. By the way, that tall man is my Uncle Russell who was married to my Aunt Mid. Aunt Ruth is on the left and Aunt Clara is on the right.  My grandparents are sitting.  Why didn’t people smile in photos back then?  They all look like they are being punished.

Daddy grew up in the roaring twenties, was married at the age of eighteen in the midst of the depression and was a farmer all his life.  He had a side job working in a factory, but farming was his life.  I loved following Daddy around on the farm although I didn’t get to often because he didn’t want me around the machinery.  I helped him pluck chickens, haul hay, and work in the garden. I loved riding on the tractor with him.   He taught me about animals and how to care for them(somewhere I missed learning about the chickens.)  He worked all the time and was only in the house for meals most days.  When he would take a few minutes to play basketball with my brothers in the haymow or to make caramel corn or sit at the piano and play the one song he could play because he never had lessons, it was always fun.  Don’t think Daddies aren’t important to their kids because they are.  We were watching him and learning just like kids do and he taught us kids a lot.  The most important thing he taught us was that he loved our mother and she came first.  When he would grab her and kiss her we would act embarrassed, but really we loved seeing him do it.

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Daddy played basketball in high school.  Wish this were in color so I could see the school colors.

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This is Daddy with my Aunt Ruth.  I love this picture.  Aunt Ruth really does look elegant.  I always thought she was a good dresser and she always smelled good.  I don’t know what perfume she used, but I liked it.  She was a gentle soul and so was my daddy.  I very rarely saw either of them angry.  I only got one spanking I can remember from my daddy because I had sassed my mother.  You treated Mother with respect around Daddy. Or anytime for that matter.

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I love this picture just because everyone is wearing hats  This is Daddy and Mom with my oldest brother and sister.  I’m not sure where this picture was taken.  Mom always dressed herself and  us kids well even when there wasn’t much money.


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Mom and Daddy lived over fifty years together.  They loved each other and I am sure they are together in Heaven now.  I remember that purse Mom is holding.  It was tapestry.  She always got a new purse at Christmas.   They make a nice looking couple. Gosh, Mom looks like my sister Joanne in this picture. Forgive me I am getting a little teary eyed, but I still miss them.  Mom and I use to lock horns occasionally but now I know it’s because I was so much like her.  Stubborn and wanting to do things my way. I am more like her than I ever thought I would be.  You know, you say,” I won’t be like my mother,” and you turn into your mother?    I hope I am like my daddy in many ways also because he was a good, godly man.

Anyway, it’s Daddy’s birthday.  He would have been ninety-eight this year.  Happy Birthday, Daddy.  I love you. See you soon.