Natalie was 13 or 14, he was 5 years older, when she met my dad at a roller rink where he was working; she was smitten from the start (her words). She waited, not so patiently, until she was 19 and my dad fulfilled his college dreams before earning her Mrs. It was a wedding that not everyone was thrilled about, and only one of my father's sisters and my mom's parents attended. During the early days of their marriage, my dad continued to travel as an engineering consultant and my mom lived with her sister in NYC.
My sister, Kathleen, arrived 2.5 years after me, and while we were wanted and loved, life was complete when my brother, Jeremiah III arrived! The Aunts even made a mid-week pilgrimage to the country to visit the miracle through the hospital window! He was cute and all that, and his arrival altered family dynamics and my mother's status for some of the family! Fortunately, he turned out to be a great brother who seemed to roll with the punches in spite of his status!
My parents in later years with me!
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You got to live in a shiny camper trailer growing up??? I love that! (It's my dream, actually, to sell it all and take to the road). This slice really sets the tone of the era - perfect pie crusts, babies, and young marriage. My husband and I were just talking about how people in our parents' era tended to marry much younger than kids nowadays, and their commitment, while rooted in love, was also rooted in real need of each other, too, it seems like. More so than we think we see today. The photos are fantastic - - really sketching the memories of the life of now and of a bygone era. I love how you refer to your brother as "the miracle." Ha! I can see the aunts standing at the hospital window.
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