An anniversary

   Tomorrow would have been my parents' 62 anniversary.  They met in England while my Dad was stationed there during the build-up for the Normandy invasion.  He was in the US Army Corp of Engineers that was at work building camps all over England for the soldiers that would take part in the D-Day attack.

   Mom and Dad met at a dance in my Mom's little hometown of Wilmslow.  She worked in a nearby aircraft factory assembling Lancaster bombers, like "Rosie the Riveter," except she did electrical installations instead.  They hit it off, and saw more of each other while he was in the area, but soon he was off to France with thousands like him.  Promises were made to write, but who could know what the future would hold…

   After the war Dad sent for her, and they were married in "The Wee Kirk of the Heather" (a replica of Robert Burn's Annie Laurie's chapel) at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Glendale on March 1, 1947.

   This was the photograph that was published in the local newspaper.  The press played up the "war bride" angle.

Thank you, Lord God, for loving, caring parents.  I honor their memory.