Where were you 46 years ago? do you know and why is it important?
I can answer that without any hesitation: we...Glen and I...were "going to the chapel"...at the church for our wedding! 46 years of marriage!
It was a drizzly day; the crepe paper streamers at the reception were droopy from the moisture, so my mother remembers. She rehung them and we didn't know about it until many years later.
Glen was late for the ceremony! His home was filled with family and he didn't get his turn in the bathroom early enough.
My youngest brother, Mark, ring bearer, was 10 years old, had his arm in a cast from falling off a horse a week before the wedding.
Enough wedding trivia!
Back when, you know when we were about 15 or so, people who had been married 50 years were really OLD.
We enjoyed a steak dinner as our celebration.
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