Congrats to Mary for putting up with me all these years. Next week on August 6, we will have been married for a quarter century.
In 1969, Mary and I began attending Michigamme Family Camp in Michigan’s beautiful Upper Peninsula with our respective families. In 1981, we were reacquainted there after my six year hiatus from family camp due to work and school, and in 1983, we were married by her father in the log chapel on the grounds.
This Saturday, we will be leaving for camp again (I have been the dean of camp for the past few years) and will celebrate our silver anniversary at camp with friends and family, many of whom were in attendance at our wedding. Where has the time gone? Am I that old? Has Mary been that patient? Will wonders never cease?
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Way to go, Bruce. Hey, do you and Mary have your anniversary on the same date? That’s how Karen and I worked it. It’s much easier to remember that way. Another 10 years and you’ll catch up with us. We’ll be waiting for you. Go out and have a good old time. Go out to dinner and tell them it’s your silver anniversary. That was good for free pecan pie for us. Now we’ve done it every week for the last ten years.
I’ve got to scan a picture of my own wedding: I looked like george Harrrison out of an ashram (long hair, big mustache, orange indian shirt, red trousers)… that was 37 years ago ! and still surviving
Fortunately, I was smart enough as a child 22-year-old to foresee that same-day anniversaries would be for the best. Sure am glad I did it that way. And no complaints from Mary either.
Actually, we’ll have an elegant dining experience in the camp dining hall.
Wait, you’ve had your silver anniversary every week for the last ten years? So now you’ve been married for 275 years? Man, I could make a comment here…
Actually, they did. Humor and having fun is a great medicine to cure all sorts of things. Mary and I (well, more me than her) had a great time embarrassing our children through the years. It’s a parent’s greatest pleasure and the only reason to have kids, you know.
When I was little my Dad told me, among other things, that water towers were maple syrup towers, and that we had a special faucet for when we had pancakes. :o