Thirty-seven years ago today my parents got married. Their three month whirlwind romance is something to be remembered. So I will retell their story for my own children and eventually their great grandchildren.
Picture 1979 on a frosty November night at a disco bar named Galactica. It was love at first sight when my Uncle John pointed my dad out to my mom. Dad was at the bar getting drinks. He was wearing avocado green pants and an orangish-yellowish V-neck sweater. My dad took the drinks over to my mom's table where he knew my Uncle John. From there they started their dizzying courtship.
On New Years Eve at the Galactica my dad made his resolution with champagne in hand to marry my mom. A month later they picked out the engagement ring, and were married two weeks later.
They said their vows in the Methodist church in front of my aunt and uncle as their witnesses. My dad in his denim brown suit and my mom in her cream skirt and blouse hosted their families for a ham dinner afterward.
Thirty-seven years, seven children, thirteen grandchildren, 2 houses, 80 acres, 7 dogs, hundreds of pigs, and zillions of cats later they still have the marriage that I look to as an example. Happy Anniversary!
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