Friday, January 24All That Matters

My mom in a red dress by the Christmas tree, New Year’s Day, January 1969

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  • Later this month she dropped the bombshell on her parents that she was engaged to my dad and going to marry him. She had kept their relationship a secret for months because he was a farm boy, an atheist, and a long-haired mary-jane-smoking hippie, and her family were ultra-conservative church-going local business owners who despised hippies. They tried to buy him off to not marry their daughter. It didn’t work, they got married April 26, 1969. My Grandpa (who was an Army Air Corps pilot and later flight instructor in the Pacific in WWII) and my Dad (who was a Sgt. in the Army in Vietnam in 1966-1968) would later find something to bridge the cultural divide — their shared military service.

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