I missed posting this at the right time due to a combination of flu and obsessive perfectionism. By the time I assembled the appropriate colors, textures, and alphabet, my parent’s anniversary day was slipping away. I had no energy left for accompanying text.
The next day I realized I had made a terrific mistake. After all my meticulous labor, I mistook their anniversary number. I wrote “47” instead of “48.” Talk about missing the big picture!
Anyway, happy 48th anniversary, Mom and Dad!
A little story:
In the early sixties, my Dad worked on his PhD in mathematics and roomed with my Uncle Leland. Mom would drop by Uncle Leland’s to clean and walk my Uncle’s dogs. Tired of his diet of cottage cheese and hamburgers, Dad hired Mom to cook (she is a splendid cook!).
Most of my parents’ early interactions were spirited debates. In particular, my mother had an uncanny knowledge of automobile makes and models and the two of them would squabble over the particulars. My intrepid father had never met such a feisty young woman!
The winter of 1963, the Mom and Dad found themselves unoccupied with family over the holidays. Impulsively, they decided to pal along on a trip to Mexico together. Three weeks later, they married at the Justice of the Peace in Old Mesilla, NM.
It has been 48 years since then!
The pictures above are old passport photos from their 1984 trip to Australia.
A photo from that trip:
More of their Australian photography is here.
One last note: you can’t tell in these black and white pictures, but they wore the same color of shirts for their photos. And yes, they have numerous matching shirts, pants, jackets and hats. How cheery!