On this day in 1941, my grandparents married in Gallipolis, Ohio, 81 years ago.
I found this last summer while going through some remnants of my grandparent’s lives. I didn’t know she was from Gallipolis nor did I know she was barely 17 years old when they wed.
Why the rush? Was he drafted for the war? Did her parents approve? Where did they hold the ceremony? What did she wear?
I don’t recall ever seeing any of their wedding photos and only remember their anniversary date because she liked to joke it was on Flag Day, but I never knew the year. Until this heavy envelope slipped out of the stack of papers and landed at my feet.
So many questions I’ll never know the answers and I wish I had asked.