Sunday 20th July
This weekend was my parents 60th wedding anniversary. Incredible to think of it really. I was three years old at the time, and as memory goes I cannot remember a blind thing about it. I have seen the photo’s and there I am along with incredibly young versions of the old people who are now my parents.
It was a wonderful day. They had hired the village hall which is absolutely opposite to their house. There were about sixty people sitting down for “lunch” at about 4.30. The caterers did very well, the food was delicious. I made a short speech and so did my sister and then Mum and Dad said a few words. Everyone went outside as it was such a hot day. I had arranged for three of my grandchildren to be there all the way from Sheffield, but sadly one of my daughters was in France and the other one was poorly and so couldn’t come. Never mind it was a real trip down memory lane. Cousins I hadn’t seen for many years, and even relatives from Great Yarmouth I hadn’t seen in about thirty years too. Everyone was talking to everyone, and in the evening even more pople turned up and the live band played old rock and roll and blues hits from the sixties and even earlier. Even though it was a stiflingly hot evening lots of people were up and dancing.
A marvelous day, and one which will be repeated less and less, as my generation gets married and then divorced with barely a thought. We don’t have the staying power of our parents. Good luck to them.