We spent the weekend at home with family, celebrating my parent’s 50th wedding anniversary.

50 years.

The weather this time was beautiful – one of those picture-postcard days in late summer.  Not too hot, not too cold.  Fluffy clouds in a brilliant blue sky.  Apparently, this was not the case the day Mom and Dad got married.  1957 was pre-air conditioning, and it was beastly hot.  Mom recalls that the reception hall became so warm, the icing started melting on their wedding cake.

The family gathered for a dinner at a local restaurant – all five of us, with assorted spouses and kids.  Dad’s sister Jeanne joined us, too.

It was a wonderful evening of laughter and reminiscences.  And it was a blessing to be able to have the celebration.  Many never are able to do so.

So, to Mom and Dad, and to family.


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