Doctor Grandma

Not taking the time to write a long entry on this now, but 2 days ago was our 38th wedding anniversary. Even writing that down, it sounds ridiculous. How can this be true?

We married at ages 18 & 19. We’ve had some serious, difficult times, but I think our true friendship always saved us. We are each very independent in our own ways, with our own interests, but we have each given up a lot for the other. And our mutual faith unites us. We are both Bahai’s. Our kids have also all turned out to be good people, and we are close with all of them, so that adds to an older couple’s mutual respect and happiness. They all have their problems, but so do we. No one is on drugs, no one needs an “intervention”  🙂  nothing like that. It’s all good.

Some memories of our wedding: I wore a white gown my mother-in-law made, empire waist, and alternating rows of pink & yellow rose buds around the bottom. It was my own little rebellion to not wear a completely white dress. That’s my style: not following the norm, but not a total revolution by any means. Al wore a plain brown suit and put a daisy in his lapel rather than the booteneir he was supposed to wear. We had friends and family read from Kahlil Gibran’s “The Prophet”, Al’s dad said a prayer. The wedding took place at 7 or 7:30 at night, I can’t remember which. We had candle light. Church wedding, but we signed our membership cards to join the Baha’i Faith at our wedding reception. We planned it that way.

We had a short reception in the church basement, then went to my mom’s house to open a few gifts, then took off. March 4th, 1972.

We were very young, nieve, unwise, without life experience in many ways, but we were so ecstatic to be together. We went to an old hotel for one night, out on 52 & 28, then went to Muncie, where AL went to work at Krogers on Monday. I knew how to get from the hotel in Muncie where we stayed for a week, to his Krogers store. Boy, were we YOUNG and stupid! We were both in school. He later got drafted and that ended his college career. Hard times postponed my finishing college for about 25 years.

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