My parents were married on February 23, 1946. World War II had just ended and my dad was desperately trying to get released so he could take the next train home and marry his girl. My mother was working in Madison, Wisconsin, waiting for her sailor to come ashore.
This is from one of my dad’s letters to his parents, dated Feb. 8, 1946.
“I’ll be home Thursday, Feb. 14th for a 31 day leave in Wisconsin!! Thirty one days in Wisconsin — it will be perfectly grand. If it is possible, I think Elinor and I will want to be married — that is, if it can be worked out okay. Thirty one days is plenty of time — a week or so to get ready for the wedding, then a honeymoon and a week or so at each home. I tell you truthfully that Elinor and I want very much to be married. Thirty one days is a long time — we are very much in love.”
I guess Grandpa and Grandma agreed, because the wedding took place 15 days later.
Here’s to love!
That is a great story. Thanks for sharing.My folks were married in 1948. Your storyMakes me want to do some research.
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