60th
My Parents were married March 1, 1950. We celebrated 60 years yesterday. It was a little early because my sister and bil had to fly back to China on Wednesday.
Here are some thoughts that I shared with the family.
Ten years ago sitting around the table at work I shared that my parents were about to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. Not only that their 3 childen were married to their original spouses and had been married at least 20 years each.
"That’s just not normal!" a coworker quickly responded.
I’d like to say that being normal is seriously overrated.
When all the other kids were participating in activities planned on Sunday my parents said worshiping God comes first.
Once when I was a teenager a church friend mentioned that she really liked that daddy gave her and everyone else hugs. She told me her dad never hugged her.
In putting together pictures for the slide show I was impressed by how many of them captured mother and daddy holding hands. They were never afraid to show the world that they were and are in love with each other.
When mother came in with her first non permed hair that I can remember daddy took one look and said “It’s thoroughly modern milly”
When everyone else was eating white bread and Twinkies, we were eating bran muffins and homemade yogurt.
At the age of 14 as we crossed the Delaware state line I racked up my 48th state. This was accomplished because we took 3 week vacations each summer. Several times we just pointed the car north, east or west and kept going until we found an interesting place to camp and visit. Many of these were done in the Camp O Tel tent which attached to the top of the car. We slept up there.
When other parents finally reached the child free years they went to Disney world or on a chartered group vacation. My parents packed provisions into a pack and hiked into the hills for days at a time. Then they flew to Australia, bought a motor home and drove around the country for 3 months before selling the motor home for a profit and flying home.
When Nicaragua was under attack from within my parents drove in. Mother shot a photo of the Welcome to Nicaragua sign before being confronted by a border guard who motioned for her to pull the film from her camera. She put a puzzled look on her face and they exited the country with film intact.
Their response to, “But everyone else is doing it” was, “Then that’s exactly why you won’t be doing it.”
Growing up at 723 Kirkwood we were taught by example to always be part of the solution, not part of the problem. We knew to “Get on the ball.” We even knew when to “Hold your horses.”
But most importantly we learned when you put God first everything else works out.
To my totally abnormal parents I say. Happy 60th!
Here are some thoughts that I shared with the family.
Ten years ago sitting around the table at work I shared that my parents were about to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. Not only that their 3 childen were married to their original spouses and had been married at least 20 years each.
"That’s just not normal!" a coworker quickly responded.
I’d like to say that being normal is seriously overrated.
When all the other kids were participating in activities planned on Sunday my parents said worshiping God comes first.
Once when I was a teenager a church friend mentioned that she really liked that daddy gave her and everyone else hugs. She told me her dad never hugged her.
In putting together pictures for the slide show I was impressed by how many of them captured mother and daddy holding hands. They were never afraid to show the world that they were and are in love with each other.
When mother came in with her first non permed hair that I can remember daddy took one look and said “It’s thoroughly modern milly”
When everyone else was eating white bread and Twinkies, we were eating bran muffins and homemade yogurt.
At the age of 14 as we crossed the Delaware state line I racked up my 48th state. This was accomplished because we took 3 week vacations each summer. Several times we just pointed the car north, east or west and kept going until we found an interesting place to camp and visit. Many of these were done in the Camp O Tel tent which attached to the top of the car. We slept up there.
When other parents finally reached the child free years they went to Disney world or on a chartered group vacation. My parents packed provisions into a pack and hiked into the hills for days at a time. Then they flew to Australia, bought a motor home and drove around the country for 3 months before selling the motor home for a profit and flying home.
When Nicaragua was under attack from within my parents drove in. Mother shot a photo of the Welcome to Nicaragua sign before being confronted by a border guard who motioned for her to pull the film from her camera. She put a puzzled look on her face and they exited the country with film intact.
Their response to, “But everyone else is doing it” was, “Then that’s exactly why you won’t be doing it.”
Growing up at 723 Kirkwood we were taught by example to always be part of the solution, not part of the problem. We knew to “Get on the ball.” We even knew when to “Hold your horses.”
But most importantly we learned when you put God first everything else works out.
To my totally abnormal parents I say. Happy 60th!
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That is awesome Sylvia.
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