A Special Day
It’s the year 1961. Exactly fifty years ago to the day. A couple sneaks away from their small central Pennsylvania mining town, stopping only once to pick-up the woman’s older sister in Maryland. They drive through to Washington, D.C.
Once in the city they find what brought them there. A church. The couple marries, with the sister witnessing. Yes, they just eloped. One month later a daughter is born (who I jokingly call the “bastard child”).
This couple? My parents.
Parents as a Role Model
Now, I didn’t enter the picture until the summer of 1964. The only son and the youngest of three children in a span of less than three years.
I grew up in a home surrounded by love, tradition, commitment, stability, responsibility, and unending humor. A place where the immediate family was always first and foremost. Although I didn’t recognize it at the time, my parents were modeling what eventually became my core values.
I jokingly, but also purposefully, have told them “you two deserve it each other”. They always question what I mean by that, but they never disagree. Well, what I mean is they deserve being happy. I love them deeply and I am grateful they snuck away with each other fifty years ago.
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