Sadly, they never celebrated their 7th wedding anniversary...as dad was killed in Vietnam 4 months before they could.
I did not know the actual date my parents married until 1988. I married my Bill and once the wedding was over, my mom told me that Bill and I married on my dad's and mom's wedding day. I kind of get emotional thinking about that. I had no idea.
About a year ago, one of my sisters mailed me their wedding album. I had never seen these photos before and confess I was thrilled through tears.
Mom was about 10 months older than dad.
I am six months older than my Bill.
This is a photo that makes me
My mom left Ohio and headed to Texas
to teach in a Catholic Mission school.
Within weeks of her arrival she and dad
were set up on a date. A woman who
taught with her was married to a man stationed
at Fort Hood.
I am definitely their daughter...as
If you haven't clicked yet on the photos...
do. Mom was a freckled cutie. I tell you,
I LOVE freckles and have not ONE.
She repeated many times~that yes,
she had freckles ALL OVER.
I can confirm that she did have freckles on her arms, legs, and face as
on both her feet and palms.
The couple that set my parents up were the best man
and matron of honor. I do know their names but will not
That very tall priest~with his eyes closed, was my Uncle
Larry. He later left the priesthood and married my
Aunt Cathy~a former nun. My cousins from Uncle
Larry and Aunt Cathy~are ever so freckled, even
if they are nearing their 40's!
It is hard to process how very much I have that my
own mother never was fortunate to have.
I would have loved to know them when they
were together. Mom rarely spoke of dad. Until I
married my Bill, I did not understand this. But I do
now. Boy oh boy how very hard to have the world
you know and love drastically change.
My grandparents went to Texas to share mom's
special day. My grandmother died just days
before Bill and I married in 1988. In fact, that
is why we flew to Nevada to get married.
My mom did not think that a wedding and a funeral
went well together and she put us on an airplane
and sent us out west to marry. I wish the Jenny of
today would have told the Jenny of yesterday to say
"we'll delay the wedding..."
All I can think about as I type this post is crud. Sometimes life gives terrible blows to all that are about. I think about the short life they had as a couple and how filled their time was being young parents. I know exactly how mom felt finding out dad was killed, identifying his body with dad's mom, and the funeral as she left a long hand written letter for us children... and I am saddened~
As I will be celebrating my 25th anniversary with my Bill,
I am so thankful that I have had the marriage I have had.
I am so thankful that I have had the understanding that everything
is precious and the pettiness that can break a marriage isn't worth it.
Mom's story is one I think is something pretty amazing. I have been wiping my tears
as I close this post because her life went on...and she did remarry and thanks to that marriage
2 more sisters became part of the fold.
I will continue on this August making plans as I close in on my 25th
but I will never forget...that Bill and I began our marriage on a day
that was truly a lovely day for my parents as well.