Tomorrow, April, 1942, my parents were
married in Reno, NV. My father was stationed nearby.
When asked why they didn’t marry on April
Fool’s Day, they always answered, “We’ve always been a day late and a dollar
short”.
My sister and I say we are the
product of a mixed marriage, a Colorado cowboy and a Wyoming sheepherder, whose
marriage often resembled a range war.
They loved to dance and were better than
good dancers.
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I still miss watching them dance. They could cut a rug. Especially miss dancing with Dad.
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Like this story a lot.
ReplyDeleteThe Cowman liked to dance, and he was fun to dance with. When we would go dance'n he always made a point to ask a wall flower to at least one dance. Made me proud of him.
Sadly, the dance gene passed me by but Sisty was a pro. Always nice the social graces of small communities.
ReplyDeleteNice memories, thanks for sharing that.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome.
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