Happy Valentines day.
I got up this morning and took my valentine to breakfast and then we went to Ollie's to shop for some very important unnecessary items. She has been my valentine for 38 years. That seems like a long time. But this afternoon, I came across a photograph I shot a few years back of my grandparents. They were married for over sixty years when my grandfather passed away. He used to chuckle and say "It's been a looooooooooooong fight." (actually what he said was much more colorful than that)
These two people were very important to me and I had the blessing of having both of them in my life for over 45 years.
My grandmother, despite being deaf, worked successfully for an insurance agency as a secretary. Her handicap did not prevent her from being a very social person. I suppose, for me, I mostly remember the butt whooping she could put on you if you happen to look at her the wrong way.
My grandfather was no ordinary Joe either. He worked hard but he didn't just have some job in a store or a factory. He traveled for a living, by train mostly.
A lot of people work hard and travel for a living... But he didn't just ride all over the country in a passenger car and do business when he got to some far away town...
MY GRANDDADDY DROVE THE TRAIN.
YES... HE BLEW THE TRAIN WHISTLE!
When I was growing up I thought that was a pretty big deal. But now that I'm grown up, I think being married to his sweetheart for all those years is probably a much bigger deal than driving a train or maybe even blowing a train whistle.
I never asked him what the secret to a long happy marriage was, but when I look at this photograph I'm pretty sure I know.
And I hope I get to love my valentine like that for at least as long as he did.
I got up this morning and took my valentine to breakfast and then we went to Ollie's to shop for some very important unnecessary items. She has been my valentine for 38 years. That seems like a long time. But this afternoon, I came across a photograph I shot a few years back of my grandparents. They were married for over sixty years when my grandfather passed away. He used to chuckle and say "It's been a looooooooooooong fight." (actually what he said was much more colorful than that)
These two people were very important to me and I had the blessing of having both of them in my life for over 45 years.
My grandmother, despite being deaf, worked successfully for an insurance agency as a secretary. Her handicap did not prevent her from being a very social person. I suppose, for me, I mostly remember the butt whooping she could put on you if you happen to look at her the wrong way.
My grandfather was no ordinary Joe either. He worked hard but he didn't just have some job in a store or a factory. He traveled for a living, by train mostly.
A lot of people work hard and travel for a living... But he didn't just ride all over the country in a passenger car and do business when he got to some far away town...
MY GRANDDADDY DROVE THE TRAIN.
YES... HE BLEW THE TRAIN WHISTLE!
When I was growing up I thought that was a pretty big deal. But now that I'm grown up, I think being married to his sweetheart for all those years is probably a much bigger deal than driving a train or maybe even blowing a train whistle.
I never asked him what the secret to a long happy marriage was, but when I look at this photograph I'm pretty sure I know.
And I hope I get to love my valentine like that for at least as long as he did.
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