White Wednesday and Wedding Bells

 My mother and daddy didn't have any wedding pictures...at least none that I know of.  They were married in New York and it was towards the end of the war to end all wars...so everyone thought.  My mother did have this little wedding topper on her cake, and I remember when she gave it to me.  She told me she knew I would treasure it because I was the one in the family that cared about those things.
I know for her it symbolized the start of an adventure and a very different life than she had known, one that would take her  from the glitz and glamour of New York city to tiny Texas towns, many of the United States and various foreign countries. She would have four children, two girls and two boys.  She would lose one of her boys in his teens. I was in college then and what I remember most, besides the overwhelming sorrow, was how my mother handled this time with grace and dignity even thought I knew her heart was broken into bits. She was always a lady.

This photo of them was taken shortly after they were married and he had moved her to Texas to be with his family.
  My mother and daddy were married for over fifty years.  In those days when you took a vow you kept it, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health.  My mother taught me manners and how to be a lady (I often apologized to her for my many slips) and my daddy taught me to be a woman of my word, to persevere and that a job worth doing was worth doing well.  In the South we would say that I had good raisin'.
Linking up with Steph for her annual   Blog Wedding Party , hope you'll stop by and visit the other participants.   Thank you for visiting and thank you for your sweet comments, I appreciate all of them.   Ya'll come back !