My parents were married in 1953 and celebrated their 50th anniversary the year before my mother died. They loved each other and rarely argued but no one could deny that they did pick on each other a good amount. LOL It warms my heart to look at these pictures and peek into their early love. I don't know much about their young love except that his sister, my Aunt Syl, was friends with my mother and asked her to write to my father who was stationed in Korea as an Army truck mechanic. They were both the baby of the family and were raised by single mothers. He was raised on the wrong side of the tracks by an older mother and some alcoholic siblings. He considered himself a tough guy. She was raised by a hard working Catholic mother with the help of two older brothers, three aunts and some very loving nuns. To think without these two young people falling in love we wouldn't even exist.
These pictures were taken on their honeymoon at a cottage in the Pocono Mountains in PA.















There were lumps of clay at the waters edge and he was amazed. 




PaPa
Then I took Ella up and then Jack again and then Ella again. Did I say how tall it was?!




























