We were thinking of the fact that today was my grandparents wedding anniversary. They were married on Friday, April13, 1917. That would be 96 years today. They were actually married 72 years when my grandpa passed away in 1989-thats quite a run!
My grandma, a southern lady full of charm and grace would always amuse me with her comments. She would laugh and say, “We were married on Friday, the 13th, and we certainly have not had bad luck in our marriage.” Neither of our parents wanted us to get married. We were young-19 and 20 and times were hard. My future father-in-law took me on a walk to show me all the possessions that my husband to be owned-it was a hound dog and some pups! We got married anyway. My parents refused to come to the dinner that my husbands parents gave for us. My brother laughed, put on his jacket and let the screen door slam behind him. My mother told me that he said, “Shoot, I ain’t missin’ a good meal because you all are pouting.”
I have never know a finer woman-or a more tolerant one. Life was never easy for her, but she, like all ‘Georgia Peaches” knew how to “bite her lip” when she was thinking unseemly thoughts. “Bless her heart!”