Mr. and Mrs. Kincaid

I don't know these people, never met them until this morning while thumbing through the paper. This lone ad stood out amongst all the rest, and reading it was such an uplifting experience that I wanted to share it here.

The tribute is unsigned, but you have to believe that it was placed by some close friends. The references to bridge hands and foxtrots recall a time long past in America today. This was the world of my parents, and countless other baby boomers, like myself, probably have the same memories of card parties and parents who went dancing. Not the dancing that we know today, but the real hold her close and move slowly about the floor type of dancing, gliding silently to the music, or whispering in one another's ears.

When you look at this photo you think of Ozzie and Harriet and post war America in the late 1940's and early 1950's. There was something secure in the air, in spite of the social undercurrents that would soon come to the surface, changing everything, for better or worse.

But Mr. and Mrs. Kincaid have already been through that. They were married, and lived their lives, through thick and thin, for better or worse. And along the way they made some anonymous friends who have never forgotten them, or the era which this photograph represents. These were true friends, for better, or worse.