When my grandpa asked for my grandma's hand in marriage, her father told him that he was the one in charge of, "finishin' her rearin'".
(Great-grandpa Wesley Angelo with my great-uncle) |
It was a warm Sunday afternoon when they started their life together. The sun was shinning through the tall, oak trees as the gently swayed in the warm summer breeze. After church the two of them met at the preachers small, country home, along with their closest and dearest family and friends. Standing in the entry way of the preacher's humble home, they said their vows, were announced husband and wife, and kissed for the first time. After the wedding, a small reception was held in my great-grandfather's front yard. That evening, my grandpa took grandma to church for the evening service. Thus began their forty-eight years together as husband and wife.
Together they raised seven children, five boys and two girls, chickens, horses, cows, and pigs.
(Uncle David) |
She baked him biscuits for breakfast every morning, and he took her to church every Sunday.
(My uncle Larry and Aunt Helen) |
Their home was filled with love and laughter and grandma's good cooking.
As their children grew older and started families of their own, their home was filled with laughter and toys again.
(Christmas presents Christmas 1959) |
All in all, they were blessed with five granddaughters, eight grandsons, one angle granddaughter, ten great-grandsons, five great-granddaughter, and one angle great-grandbaby. Grandma cooked breakfast and dinner for her large and growing family every Saturday.
(Grandma with two of her great-grandchildren Christmas 2013) |
As the years past, a life of hard work began to stoop Grandpa's back and tighten his joints. Over tine, Rheumatoid Arthritis placed him in a wheelchair, and eventually confined him to his bed. Grandma was his faithful nurse, always by his side.
After forty-eight years of marriage, full of love and hard work, children and biscuits, my grandpa passed away. My grandma wore her wedding ring for fifteen more years, until she passed it, along with all of the memories of it held of Grandpa and his love and hard work onto me, on my sixteenth birthday.