In June 1946 the war had been over for less than a year and my father had been out of the service, home from over three years in Australia, for about a year. It was at St. Joseph’s Catholic church that my mother and father committed their lives and love to each other. A life together that lasted for over 57 years until my father’s death. My mother lived another 15 years and I am sure missed my father every day. She talked to him in her prayers and saw him in the clouds and her dreams.
They were in their mid and late twenties when they got married. They had lived and survived the great depression and World War II. Their early lives filled with family and the typical discrimination all immigrants from all nations endured. But with hard work, much of it manual labor as well as sacrifice, both sets of their parents were able to start businesses and take care of their families.
In 1946, the newly married couple did not know that there would be children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren spread across the entire country in an ever expanding family. Their influence, stories, humor, and examples of how to live a full life inspiring all.
Seventy-six years ago today, the beginning of a new family.
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