Thursday, January 2, 2020
The last photo was for their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary in 1963. She died the next year at the very young age of sixty.
I have so many good memories of her and my dad. They adopted me when I was five months old and what a fortunate kid I was! They were not the parents who spoiled a child - I had a few spankings which were normal ways to correct children then. Some with a hand; some with a yardstick. There was not enough to make a mark and I'm sure I deserved to be disciplined!
It really is wonderful to have all good memories of growing up with them (except for the spankings!) and I miss them every day.