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April 28, 2005
Jean was a high school senior
with short dark hair and laughing eyes. She sat at a booth at the regular teen hangout, her best friend, Bev, across from her. Her friend had specifically wanted to be here today because Bev had a guy she wanted Jean to meet. A college guy.
She recalls her first sight of him, "Dave was so handsome, standing there in his jacket with the suede patch elbows, his black wavy hair and the pipe clenched in his teeth."
Jean was brought up in a loving middle class family, Dave was a kid who had grown up dirt poor, working his first job at age 9 and then living on his own when he was 15. Regardless of their differing backgrounds, they immediately hit it off. Jean's parents were welcoming to the serious young man their daughter started dating.
Jean graduated high school and got her first job. Dave, using the GI bill, finished his four year degree in two years and graduated.
Then, one spring day a little more than a year after Jean first caught her breath at meeting Dave, candles were lit, friends and family gathered at the beautiful stone church on the hill and Jean married Dave.
April 28, 1951.
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad. I love you and thank you for the life you gave me and the love you share.
Posted by Darleen at April 28, 2005 12:33 PM