I realized yesterday that my parents will have been married for fifty years next June. Fifty years. And they still like each other.
They got married in 1960, right before the world blew open. Before it was square to get married. Before you had to be rich (or lucky) to live in Greenwich Village.
By today's standards, they barely new each other. My mom was a senior at Northwestern studying theater. My father was a young professor who fell in love with her from the audience. My mom moved to New York to be an actress. My dad followed her.
I guess they knew enough.
I love these pictures of a young woman on her wedding day in 1960. Makes me think I should try on my mom's wedding dress. If it worked for her, fifty years later perhaps it will work for me?
Photographs from the Nick DeWolf Photo Archive.
