I'm a day late posting this, but it's much too important to let it slip by unmentioned...
My parents would have been married 66 years yesterday, May 19, had Daddy lived that long. It's a date that is special to me, because it's the day my parents began their journey together as a couple in the post-World War II era.
Celebrations and thanksgiving aside, life didn't look all that bright just after the war ended. Times were tough, families were broken by heartache and the loss of loved ones, and scraping by with what you had was part of the post-war effort.
In spite of all this, it was a hopeful time for Johnny Keltie and Myrtle Denton, because they'd found one another and fallen in love. Actually, it was my Dad that discovered my Mom -- and at the most inopportune time!
Mom was visiting her brother Jesse and his wife Florence in their little home, and she was an overnight guest on their living room couch. Aunt Florence had a brother named Johnny who was in the army, and he showed up to visit on a 3-day service pass the same weekend Mom was there.
In fact, he dropped in the very night my Mom was lying there on the couch with rollers in her hair! She was horrified to know a young man was in the room, so she pretended to be asleep. My Dad told his sister that he thought Myrtle was "cute."
It wasn't long after that they spent time together when Dad could get a pass. A few months later, in May of 1944, Daddy was home on leave and convinced my Mom to marry him. Dad was 21, and Mom was only 19 at the time, but it was a marriage ordained to happen, and it worked out nicely. It also produced six children!
How wonderful to have grown up in a home where we knew we were loved. Thanks, Mom, for making our home a clean and comfy place to return each day after school. Thanks, Daddy, for being our protector and provider. I miss you, and I'm glad you married my mother.
May 19th will always hold a special place in my heart.