Sixty years ago in July, my parents got married. She was 16. He was 19.
She lived in Morningside and he lived in Shadyside.
Both areas are part of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
Mom’s wicked step-mother slapped her, so she eloped with my father.
They’d been dating since she was 14 and he was 17.
I think Dad and Mom made a handsome couple.
Still together after 60 years!
A lot happened during in those six decades.
Dad was drafted during the Korean War. Fortunately, he was stationed in Germany.
Mom had my brother while Dad was in the Army.
She sent him a telegram to announce the arrival of their son.
Two years later, they had a daughter. Me! Then another daughter,
another son, and finally, another daughter.
When I was eight, our family moved across the country,
from Pennsylvania to Southern California.
The family moved around a lot at first.
I attended third grade at three different schools.
A couple years later, Dad and Mom bought a house and lived there for decades.
Here we are in 1974.
All five of us kids married and had children of our own, so Mom and Dad now have 16 grandchildren and six great-grandkids, so far!
Mom planned a really nice family celebration. She sent out invitations.
My oldest brother lives out of state. He RSVP’d that he couldn’t come, but he surprised Dad and Mom a couple nights before the party.
Just for grins and giggles, they reenacted the moment when they answered the door and discovered their firstborn on their doorstep.
So the night before the celebration, they had a last-minute get-together with all five of us kids, plus four of our spouses and the grandkids who had just arrived from out of town.
Someone remembered to get a photo of all five kids.
It’s a a rare occasion when we’re all together.
How convenient that the tables and chairs were delivered that day. Mom ordered them for a casual gathering back at the house after brunch at a country club.
Decades ago Dad and his daughters did a silly totem pole picture, so we tried to do another one, kind of like then and now shots. I wish I had that old photo.
Someone got a shot in front of us, but I don’t know who took it.
Here are some of the grandkids who drove a long way for the party.
Mom was pretty exhausted that night. She fell out of bed and landed hard on her right knee. The skin split open from above the knee to below her knee.
It was a huge skin flap that would have exposed the entire knee, but the vertical scar from a knee replacement stopped the skin from tearing past the middle of her knee.
That was about 11:00 p.m. Dad drove her to the E.R.
They ‘glued’ the skin back on because they couldn’t stitch it.
Hours later she left the hospital in a knee brace and using a walker.
Mom and Dad got less than two hours of sleep, but they made it to the brunch.
We were in a private room and had a such a nice time.
Mom managed to get around with her walker.
She only needed it for a couple days.
The other four great-grandchildren weren’t able to come.
What in the world am I doing in this photo?
I have no idea why I’m making such a goofball face.
Dad with seven of his nine granddaughters.
Time for a photo of the whole group.
Every family has at least one joker.
Four of the grandkids and their spouses couldn’t come.
Dad’s 79 and Mom’s 76.
They’re still a handsome couple.
We celebrated by doing our happy dances.
Mom had to be careful, but she got a few moves in.
Dad’s very agile. You’ve got to see him in action!
I had to replace the music we were dancing to due to copyright issues,
so I used music from iMovie. It looks like we’re really dancing to this song, though!
Happy 60th Anniversary, Mom and Dad!
How does your family celebrate special occasions?