Diamond and Silver Anniversaries Remembered

“Don’t marry the person you think you can live with; marry only the individual you think you can’t live without.” ~ James C. Dobson

 Stella_Ray AnnivYesterday would have been my parents 75th Wedding Anniversary.  Years pass in the blink of an eye.  From what I understand, the ceremony was small and modest but charming just the same.  I decided to get married the day after their wedding date, 25 years ago.  The date had special meaning to me and each year I become more aware of the similarities between the two marriages.  Sadly, my mom had passed some years prior to my wedding; however I was grateful to have had my father escort me down the aisle.


Ray_Stella 1940sIt’s unfortunate I have no photos of their wedding day although I remember spotting what was rumored to be my mom’s wedding dress in an old cedar Hope Chest.  The dress appeared to be about a size 0 or 2 by today’s standards and was a stunning yet casual, pastel periwinkle blue, my mother’s favorite color.  Truth be known (and it will be now), I tried it on when I was in my late teens or early twenties and tore some of the seam stitching; I was obviously a little larger than a size 2!  I still wonder what ever became of that dress…  (Notice the difference in my dad’s hair in 25 yrs?  From a “bush” to “barely there!”  LOL)

With 5 brothers and sisters, it’s also baffling that no one can recall where the boxes of photo albums and black and white snapshots stored with the cedar chest disappeared to.  As a child, I used to flip through the photos, giggling at how funny the styles looked “back then.”  I’ll keep my fingers crossed and say a prayer that someday they’ll materialize before I’m too old to see them clearly!

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My 25th Anniversary began with a mammogram and bone density screening.  That was so much fun!  Not.  Actually, I planned to have the tests done on this date so it would be easier for me to recall when I had them for future reference.  So far, the remainder of the day is up in the air.  Maybe the man I considered my “Prince Charming” a quarter century ago will have a surprise in store.  We’ll have to wait and see.

Young at Heart; A Celebration of a Life Well-Lived

It was a sunny, brisk autumn day yesterday.  Limited resources due to complications created by last week’s storm did not prevent us from celebrating the 92nd birthday of a woman who is like a second mother to me.  Having the opportunity to visit with Mrs. M., as she sat proudly in her living room, all dressed up and genuinely proud to be honored on such an occasion, was a blessing.  The festivities brought back fond memories of my childhood, as it included lots of music, food, laughter and wonderful conversation in a warm, loving environment.

Mrs. M., ever the lady, did not hold back while thanking her guests for helping her celebrate another milestone.  Her articulated vision of us kneeling on the carpet in front of her in admiration had everyone chuckling.   Don’t let her size fool you either.  Petite, soft-spoken and rather fragile, Esty M. can still catch one off guard with her quick wit and humorous wisecracks.

A highlight of the evening was when the guest pianist performed a couple of Mrs. M’s musical compositions on the piano.  A music lover since childhood, Esty delighted in hearing her pieces frolic along the ivories.   One of her favorite arrangements “My Dance for You” was tenderly played as a tribute to her late husband with whom she would have celebrated her 70th anniversary the day before.

One of the lines of my favorite Jim Croce song, “Time in a Bottle” reminds me that “there never seems to be enough time to do the things you want to do once you find them.”  Last night gave me the incentive to renew my interest in playing the piano.  It also encouraged me to discover some classic literary works I’ve thought about but never read, in particular Anna Karenina, The Sun Also Rises, Sister Carrie or A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.

As I listened to Mrs. M.’s CD this afternoon, I realized how quickly time passes us by.  If we don’t take advantage of the precious moments we have, they’ll be lost forever.  I hope I’m fortunate enough to celebrate my 92nd birthday with family and friends.  That day seems so far off but may be here sooner than I think.  In the words of Jack Dawson (of Titanic movie fame), “here’s to making each day count.” 

“Any sage will tell you the secret to longevity is to outlive your predictions and see them to fruition. You cannot gloat from the grave.” ~ L. Vincent Majestic