Sweet story! Surprising though that spell check didn’t catch the several times the word altar was misspelled. An ego may be ‘alter’, but churches and cathedrals have altars. ☮️
I'm so sorry you never found out more about the very early history of your family---but as so often happens, all of us wait to long to ask the questions we realize we want answers for...too late. It is a fascinating story but maybe there is still more for you to discover?
YES, where Project 2025 is taking us is....terrifying.
Fascinating. My mother was an LSU student from the Philippines. My father, also an LSU student, was from North Louisiana (very different culture from South Louisiana). He was Baptist. She was Catholic. They went to Mobile to get married because there was a priest there who would work with couples in "mixed" relationships. They never really talked about it.
Thanks for sharing such a sweet story. My parents were married in some church in Salt Lake City where my father was waiting for orders. It was in 1943, my mother having taken a train all the way from NYC. I’ve often thought of visiting SLC and looking for the church.
Sweet story! Surprising though that spell check didn’t catch the several times the word altar was misspelled. An ego may be ‘alter’, but churches and cathedrals have altars. ☮️
I'm so sorry you never found out more about the very early history of your family---but as so often happens, all of us wait to long to ask the questions we realize we want answers for...too late. It is a fascinating story but maybe there is still more for you to discover?
YES, where Project 2025 is taking us is....terrifying.
Fascinating. My mother was an LSU student from the Philippines. My father, also an LSU student, was from North Louisiana (very different culture from South Louisiana). He was Baptist. She was Catholic. They went to Mobile to get married because there was a priest there who would work with couples in "mixed" relationships. They never really talked about it.
So few of us know our parents’ origin story. Thanks for sharing this, Ken.
Thanks for sharing such a sweet story. My parents were married in some church in Salt Lake City where my father was waiting for orders. It was in 1943, my mother having taken a train all the way from NYC. I’ve often thought of visiting SLC and looking for the church.
jUST TO SAY WHAT A WONDERFUL AND ROMANTIC STORY OF A WONDERFUL COUPLE Thanks!!!
What a wonderful story. Thanks for sharing.
It is a very personal and rewarding “life affirming event” to be able to travel back in time and place to rediscover your parents’ personal histories.
On the one hand I congratulate you on your successful effort. On the other hand ….I’m sure jealous.
Memories fade.
Cherish your “discovery” !
Wow! Chills. Best story I've read all day. Love the photo. It's so difficult when everyone who could answer those questions is gone.