Sepia Saturday?

On that other social medium, Facebook, every Thursday is called Throwback Thursday and people post old photographs. I don’t know how it started; it just is. Well, even though (a) this is not Facebook and (b) it is not Thursday, I shall now post an old photograph too.

This photograph of Mrs. RWP and me was made 51 years ago in November 1963. We had been married for six months. I think we look starry-eyed and deeply in love, but some people have told us over the years that we look glum and moody and solemn, and that our faraway looks seem to say, “What have I gotten myself into?”

That was certainly not our intention. The photographer had told us not to show our teeth “because people will get tired of looking at teeth over the years” and being the compliant type, we, er, complied.

President Kennedy’s assassination was but a week away. The birth of our first child was ten months away. We lived in Bellevue, Nebraska, where I was stationed at Offutt Air Force Base (Strategic Air Command Headquarters) and did not know that our future would include three children; six grandchildren; stays in Poughkeepsie, New York, and Boca Raton, Florida, and Marietta, Georgia; artificial knees (2007, her) and a heart attack (1996, me).

And except for the fact that ours isn’t finished yet, now you know (as Paul Harvey used to say) the rest of the story.

To see what we looked like on our wedding day and 47 years later, you only need click on this post from 2010.