You could say that my Mom’s home was already a multi-cultural experience; and now my Irish Catholic Father was going to be added to this mix. But first, there was the Honeymoon, which was supposed to be in Pennsylvania in a rural setting with a cabin in the woods. They took a bus to get there, as neither one drove at the time, and even if they did, they had no car to drive.
When they arrived at their destination; I think it was New Hope; they were told that they had no reservations and there was no record of a deposit in their names. After an argument with the management; which almost got physical; they were “asked”, by the local constabulary, to get back on the next bus and go home. And that is how they came to spend their honeymoon at the St. Moritz Hotel in Manhattan; overlooking Central Park. This is something I’m sure they could not afford at the time. Coupled with the loss of their deposit in Pennsylvania, they were off to an inauspicious start financially.
Married for 34 years, until my mother’s untimely, but long expected,
death from illness in 1984, they were a typical couple for their time. He
worked, she didn’t. He drove, she tried. He was strong, but she was the real
strength behind the throne. They played card games with their friends and had
sleepovers at one another’s houses; kids included. You can say what you like
about that lifestyle, but they were together until they were parted by her
passing.
Along the way they fought, and there were even some times
when she packed her bag and went downstairs to the lobby, waiting for him to
come and beg her to come home. He always did, and so did she.My relationship with my parents was always a complicated affair, but they showed me the value of true love. Be flexible, and love never dies. Happy Anniversary to you both, Mom and Dad.
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