Monday, April 1, 2019


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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Anonymous said...

I still miss watching them dance. They could cut a rug. Especially miss dancing with Dad.


Brig said...

Like this story a lot.
The 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.

Well Seasoned Fool said...

Sadly, the dance gene passed me by but Sisty was a pro. Always nice the social graces of small communities.

Old NFO said...

Nice memories, thanks for sharing that.

Well Seasoned Fool said...

You are welcome.