They sure made the anniversary math easy by getting married in 1950. Today. 66 years ago.
All I got was a calendar pop-up reminder. And a happy quick mind memory trip, with some rummaging through what feels like too small a set of digital photos.
It can be hard to really imagine your parents as anything but your parents, not as two young people falling in love and only seeing like the next week in front of them, not 66 years.
Any gift or message for them this year would have had reference to RT 66– I never asked about their fascination with it, something I never knew until they visited me in Arizona. Maybe it was the song, or just the idea in the 1950s of an adventure down a western highway.
Getting some kicks wherever you are, Mom and Dad, on anniversary year, 66?
Top / Featured image: a scan of my parent’s wedding day photo on February 5, 1950. Left to right, my grandfather (Abe), grandmother (Janet), the beaming couple, in front my Dad’s sister (Eve). All are gone now.
The post "Would Have Been 66" was originally squeezed out of the bottom of an old rusted tube of toothpaste at CogDogBlog (https://cogdogblog.com/2016/02/would-have-been-66/) on February 5, 2016.