On caregivers, faith, family, and writing…

Double Wedding PhotoI visited with Aunt Fay for a while this morning. I called first to make sure she was home, so she had fresh coffee and warm cookies ready when we got there. We took our cups and plates into the living room where we could enjoy her Christmas tree along with the goodies. We talked about her knee and my ankle, both of which have healed nicely. We talked about Christmas plans, church activities, and family gossip – and I wished her a happy anniversary.

Seventy-three years ago today she married Uncle Dean in a double ceremony with her sister Helen (my Mom) and Dean’s brother Elmer (my Dad). I hesitated to bring it up, not knowing if it would make her feel sad since she’s the last one left of the original quartet. Uncle Dean passed away in 2003, Dad followed in 2011 and Mom in 2012. I shouldn’t have worried; Aunt Fay is a very resilient lady. She smiled, a wistful smile that spoke of happy memories and inner strength.

“Dean’s been gone ten years and…it’s okay.”

We moved on to more current subjects, but I couldn’t help remembering the story. Early on the morning of December 21, 1940, four young people got up early and dressed in their Sunday best, two couples eager to start their new lives together. The brothers picked up the sisters in their Model-T intending to whisk them away to a sunrise wedding. Their best laid plans, or possibly their lack of plans, went awry, but by afternoon they located a minister. The minister’s wife and baby were the only witnesses, but he said the right words, and when he was finished they were husband and wife – and husband and wife.

Through the years they had their share of problems, but their love and faith carried them through the hard spots. They worked hard and raised families with strong systems of belief and values. If my figures are right, the two families produced a total of 7 children, 11 grandchildren, and 17 great grandchildren. The four original Robinsons – Dean, Fay, Elmer, and Helen – were not perfect, but they made the world a little better for their having been in it. That’s something worth celebrating.

Happy Anniversary,


Comments on: "Happy 73rd Anniversary | by Linda Brendle" (2)

  1. That story is precious Linda. My mom has been visiting her Godmother that is ninty five and still lives alone a lot lately and she has been sharing some of aunt Ruth’s stories with me. Isn’t it a gift to be able to listen to those reminiscing’s? Merry Christmas my friend.

    • Yes, we have such a treasure in our older generations, and we are losing so much history by not recording their stories. You are building up a wonderful legacy for your children and grandchildren.

      Merry Christmas to you, too, and thank you for your friendship.

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