Marge and I being married in 1960
Marge’s 1961 birthday photo
I have removed these fingernail slideshows and replaced them with a separate slideshow post. You can access it by clicking on the link at the bottom of each subsequent posts.
I am now placing the most recent slideshow at the top in reverse chronological order. I can't easily re-do that for the few already posted, but this method should be more user friendly. I usually limit a single show to 25 or less images.
Category Archives: Pre Marriage life
In Shakespeare’s play Romeo and Juliet, Juliet speaks the following famous words “Parting is such sweet sorrow.” Of course, since we know the play, things do not turn out as she expected for either of them. May was the last month … Continue reading
I have rambled about myself with little concerning Marge. Now I try to remedy that as best I can. This is a copy of the cover letter Marge sent me after, what I thought, was a disastrous first real date, the disaster due … Continue reading
An old gag goes like this “I opened the door… and in flew Enza.” In 1957 an influenza pandemic struck. It flew in with a vengeance. A description follows from the web site WWW.Flu.gov. “In February 1957, a new flu … Continue reading
I experimented with drugs while at Syracuse University. Yes, and I am proud of this. This activity was an added benefit of working at the Infirmary. The Norwich Pharmaceutical Company started in 1887 in Norwich, NY and exists today as … Continue reading
I have finally come to that point of thinking I have something to share again. And as I often do, I begin with a snippet that resonates with me and my story. This one is from the singer Glen Campbell. If … Continue reading
One need common to all is to eat. I awoke early this morning and found myself remembering long past eating experiences. This post is are about eating when we were attending Syracuse U. Back then, there was a little Italian restaurant on Genesee … Continue reading
“All happy families are alike – Every unhappy family if unhappy in its own way.” Wish I had thought of that but Tolstoy said it first. I believe our life together was sometimes one way, sometimes the other, and often … Continue reading