I always doubted there was "fancy" wedding photo of my grandparents, like you'd find of many brides of the late 1930s/'4os, because Grandma wasn't the frou-frou bride type, nor was there money for it. Plus, I just realized the importance of the wedding date. It's only three weeks after Pearl Harbor, 1941; America has just really gotten into the war. Grandpa Jack would go on to serve in the Army. (Also, it took a long time for Grandpa Jack to persuade Great-grandma Bertha, but I still have to get the whole story from the great-aunties. Apparently, there were/might have been some reservations about Jack from the parental types, he not being Mormon for one, older for another, and "poor to boot." Knowing my grandmother, the opposition just made her more determined to get Jack. Some stories are timeless.)
I have no picture of my maternal grandparents, together, in my possession. Grandpa Jack died of emphysema-related issues when I was six, and Grandma Ollie didn't often speak about him to us through all the long years of her widowhood. The few photos she had of him in his prime were precious and she didn't let them go. When she passed, they were packed up with cartons and cartons of genealogy and records. Now that she is "retired" and "has room in the genealogy room of the new house," hopefully my mother will decide to deal with her inheritance and share a photo or two.
Until then, I have this.
Grandma's younger sister Betty kept a photo album, which somehow came in the position of one of her nephews, via her brother Hyrum's side of the family. When we were visiting Mom's cousins in N.C., one of them pulled it out and I started flipping through.
That's Grandma Ollie J grinning like a Cheshire Cat in the front row, next to Grandpa Jack, who is next to Great-grandma Bertha. All of the siblings range behind them (and Grandmary will have to help me with the IDs) from l-r: Ruby, Dorothy, Hyrum, Shirley, Henry, Martha, and Betty
Oh, how I miss that grin.
Happy Anniversary you two!
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