Married 65 Years Today

Today it is 65 years since Les and I married. Our church magazine had asked me to write the story of our lives and I'm sharing that with you today. It's longer than I like my blogs to be, but, hey, it's our anniversary! And it is 65 years.   It was one of those weird butterfly effects. What if […]

Married in September (7)

Be sure to read to end of post for the surprise! Today I want to tell you about our overnight trip to Grand Lake to celebrate our 64th.  The first big departure from our original honeymoon was that this time it rained furiously all the way to Estes Park. followed by twenty miles of fog into Rocky Mountain National Park. As […]

Married in September (6)

So now we're married. (Actually, we've been married sixty-four years and one day. We celebrated our marriage at Grand Lake Lodge where we spent our honeymoon. Went yesterday and returned this afternoon. The aspen were astonishingly beautiful.) This is the poem I gave to Les sixty-four years ago on our wedding day. Please do remember it was […]

Married in September (5)

Today is the 64th anniversary of our wedding.  [Les and I are heading out for an overnight getaway at Grand Lake Lodge in the Rocky Mountains, where we spent our honeymoon. We plan to skip the dingy wedding-night-hotel this time. Been there. Done that.] So in honor of our anniversary, I can describe our wedding no better than […]

Married in September (4)

(continued) Somehow Mother, an excellent seamstress, managed to fix that huge hole in the maid of honor dress. She tore apart the skirt, unruffled some ruffles, stretched the material a bit, and stitched it all back up. No one could notice. Today is the 64th anniversary of the day before the wedding. Les and I went to […]

Married in September (3)

(continued) Because my maid of honor had no more money than I did, I had borrowed a pale green bridesmaid's dress from another friend. (Les and I each had only one attendant, except for those two cute little candlelighters.) And today is the 64th anniversary of the day that my mother, while pressing said dress, burned a hole […]