Today would have been my parents’ 50th anniversary. They were married on February 5th, 1965.
My mother is in the center, wearing the pink suit with my father to her left. Deanne and Gerald.
Just to her right is my grandmother, Sadie and over her shoulder is my grandfather, Richard or Mo as he was known (short for Moshe), her parents. Going out right and left from her are my father’s parents, Stanley (who was from Canada) and Celia (whose brother I’m named for), and the short woman closest in the picture, I believe is my great-grandmother, Bubbi.
In this picture her hair looks reddish, ginger, but I honestly have no idea what her actual hair color was. I think it was brown, but I never saw it. Growing up she dyed it (what we thought of as crazy colors, but nowhere near the “crazy” of today, and she wore wigs. Wigs and headbands; they were a very popular accessory in the 70s. I know that a lot of her friends did the same with their hair.
This is one of two or three pictures that I have from their wedding day. They were married in Laurelton, NY at the Jewish Center and the reception was at my grandmother’s house. I don’t remember that chandelier, but we were at that house every weekend (and the other half of the weekend was spent at my other grandparents, my father’s parents.
Visiting my grandparents seems like yesterday; it’s hard to believe that this photograph is fifty years old.
We lead a very different life now. Our kids see their paternal grandmother once or twice a year instead of the once or twice a week that we saw ours. There were family gatherings with more extended family than my kids can imagine. We had “cousins” and I still have no idea how we’re “related”. Cousins of cousins, aunt’s siblings’ kids’ kids. We went to dinners and birthdays.Next week, we are traveling a couple of hours for my cousin’s daughter’s sweet 16, and for a few hours it will feel like thirty years ago despite the missing faces.
I am Facebook friends with my Dad’s best man’s wife.
My Mom’s favorite aunt and uncle are in their nineties, long retired to Florida, and married over seventy years.
Just last year, we celebrated my Dad’s brother’s 70th birthday. In fact, he turned 71 two days ago.
My parents would have been 77 and 72 on their next birthdays.
These are one of those bittersweet days, remembering the joy and the fun and the sadness that they aren’t here to celebrate this momentous milestone.
This second picture is the walk back from the wedding to my grandmother’s house for the reception. It looks like my Aunt Shirley and Uncle Carl leading the way with Bubbi and my parents, newly married pulling up the rear.
I can’t get over the hats, the cars and the eyeglasses.
It all makes me smile
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad.
Always together and missed everyday.