My mom and dad celebrated their 43rd wedding anniversary last October. Their love story started out as many stories did in the late 1960s - as an office romance. She worked on one floor. He worked on another. A mutual friend, who would later be the best man at their wedding, introduced them.
Initially my mom was a little unsure whether or not my dad liked her. She has vivid memories of walking down the street, smiling at him, and seeing him cross to the other side of the street. Turns out it wasn't that he didn't like her, he really did; he was shy.
Once they were introduced formally and worked out that they both liked each other, they then had a whirlwind courtship and short engagement. My mom lived in the East Bay and my dad across another bridge. He would drive to her house, park his car - an Austin Healy Sprite, walk up to her door, ring her doorbell, and escort her to the car. They'd then drive to the city for their date. My dad would then return her to the apartment she shared with her sister and then cross back over the bridge to go home.
My Grandmother and My Mother |
My Mom's Family |
The Cake and Flowers |
Ciao Bella!
Eden
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