………………….My parents were married in October of 1935…….They took a cruise to Florida, which my mother told me at the time was a pretty big deal…..They then stayed in a hotel for a week before taking the ship back to NYC…..The bottom picture at the right shows my mother sitting on the ship wearing a wrap coat……My mother told me one evening my father was wearing a white suit to dinner….She whispered to him “Jim what kind of underwear are you wearing?” He replied “Why, I’m wearing my polka dot boxers”…….My mother said, “well you better change them because I can see the dots through your white pants!” Needless to say he went to change and never made that mistake again….My mother thought that was a funny story, and thought I would also find it funny, which I did picturing him in his dapper white suit with polka dots showing through…I’m so glad I have these old pictures of them in their youth…..They had their whole life together ahead of them…… They were married for 70 years, but they knew each other as children so they knew each other their entire lives…..Like many couples the paths they took to be with each other wasn’t always clear or straight, but love won out……. My parents both passed away at the ages of 95……one week apart……My mother went first……My father told me “your mom’s calling me”, and one night in his sleep his heart stopped…..They were lucky to have each other for so long……..Sometimes I wonder what will happen to all of these pictures when I’m no longer here to treasure them.
Hi Louis, Focus on the joy the pictures bring you now. For the people who will gaze at them in the future, put some info on the back. We are going through bins of saved photos from different grandparents, trying to figure out who the neck is in the photos. We guess but boy it sure would have been better to have that info on the back. I enjoy the photos you’ve shared. I’ve come across more than one beach scene with a man holding a bathing beauty in his arms, just like your parents. I wonder what they were all copying. Thank you for including us in your reminiscing.