A look back

Today, January 6th, would have been my 39th wedding anniversary. I have spent two hours this morning searching for wedding photos and these are all I can come up with. The above one is me, preparing to put on my wedding dress. I was (gulp) 18 years young.

Here is my husband, who was in the Navy at the time so he wore his dress uniform to be married in, he is kissing my Mom. We were young and poor so we didn't have a professional photographer, just relied on family and friends to take and share photos with us.

Here are members of my family, waiting for the ceremony which was at a little place called Chapel of the Chimes and performed by a Justice of the Peace.

As you can see, I didn't have any family members who were professional photographers or even very good photographers. That one is my Bridesmaid Ellen and of course, me. I wasn't pregnant, just foolish and in love. Danny was about to be shipped off to some where so of course we had to get married. That's what we did back in those days.

We were married about a year and a half and then Danny was killed in a civilian accident. He was 22 years old. I often wonder what my life would have been like had he not been killed. He came from a family of 13 children so I likely would have had some children with him. As it is, I never did, not by him nor anyone else.

Happy anniversary, Danny. RIP.