Today would have been my parent’s 60th wedding anniversary.
James was already working as a driver for a propane gas delivery company in Tampa, FL when Barbara got a job there as a receptionist. He was 29, she was 19 and to hear them both tell it, it was love at first sight. They dated for a short length of time and then married quite quickly. So quickly, in fact, that my mother told me she purposely avoided getting pregnant with me, their firstborn, for a year after their wedding, “Just to rub it in the faces of the old biddies and gossips that I did NOT have to get married.”
Somewhere at home I believe I have an old photo of them on their wedding day that I have not yet scanned, so this photo from 1980 will have to suffice for this post.
Dad passed away in 1999 and mom left us in 2010. But today, I wish them both a Happy Diamond Anniversary and wish they were here to celebrate it.
Love and miss you both!