Today is the wedding anniversary of Mother and Father of Acts of Hope, both still alive, thanks be to Godde, at age 90. It is their 69th anniversary. They were married in Mexico City in 1940!
Father of Acts of Hope is a romantic and gave his beloved two dozen roses yesterday. She was thrilled. Today they will go out to celebrate -- during the daytime.
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My parents were too poor at their first anniversary for roses so my father bought a dozen red carnations. That continued for about 67 years until Alzheimers robbed by father of memory.
Your story made me tear up.
Wow. Not a hint of irony in this...it is miraculous, and I truly pray they can look forward as well as back. The roses are a magnificent touch. Your father must be quite a man. And they must be quite a couple to be that in love after all these years. Congratulations to you, your brother, and of course to your fabulous parents.
Mazl tov!!!!! to the parents of Acts Of Hope.
What a great piece of knowledge to carry around today... the fact that two people are in love and celebrating it together after 69 years. I love that. Thanks Jane.
¡Felcidades a tus padres!
We have people come up for wedding anniversary blessings almost every Sunday, but I don't think we've had anyone celebrating 69 years yet. Last Sunday we had a couple celebrating 62 years.
A great story.
Mom outlived two husbands but had more than 30 years with each.
You and your parents are certainly blessed. May the blessings continue as long as possible.
Blessing upon your parents and their life and witness together; may they have good health and prosperity. Many blessings!
Awesome. Many blessings to them. They are ten years ahead of my parents... dunno if they will be as fortunate as yours.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
MANY Congratulations. My parents are 82 this year, and will celebrate their 60th in the autumn. As they become more fragile, they are more precious.
So true, IT. Thanks for stopping by. Hope you are well!
Susankay, they really are the greatest generation. So many of our parents (those of us who are middle-aged) got married during the war years or not long after with very little money to their name. My folks were living on the tail end of a travel fellowship plus small earnings in Mexico City and my mother wore a suit (with a nice little hat, though) to the wedding, had a very simple ring (which she still wears - no engagement ring), and just a little party. They did have a wedding cake, though, made by two Greek-American guys who were veterans of the Spanish Civil War, and I've been putting two and two together and thinking they must have been gay men. :-) I love your carnations story. My maternal grandfather loved carnations.
Congratulations, Mother and Father of Acts of Hope!!!
I'm a day late and a buck short, but impressed nonetheless!
Really lovely. Stories like this gladden the heart.
With El Padre, I say:
¡Felcidades a tus padres!
I went him one better by saying it boldly. It's always a competition with him.
Awesome, indeed!
Theirs sounds a little like our wedding, but ours was in Charleston, SC, where my sister lived then. GP had just got out of the Army, and we had only my half-broken down car, our clothes, and a few linens and kitchen supplies, all of which would fit in the car. Fortunately, we both had jobs waiting for us in Mobile, AL.
Alas, I had to stop wearing my inexpensive, but beloved, wide, 12-carat gold wedding band, because it gave me a persistent rash in later life, no doubt due to the nickel content. I had to replace it with a narrow band, but it broke my heart. No engagement ring, either, because why start off a marriage in debt for a diamond? I couldn't see it. However, I was not of the greatest generation.
Lovely story, Jane.
How blessed they are, to share this kind of love for such a long journey together.
Blessings to them! And you you.
This is wonderful; I love hearing about them.
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