WEDDING

November 23. 1946.  You go figure how many years ago that was.  A long time, yet too short too.  I stood with this good looking young man before the preacher, family and friends and promised to love honor till death do part.  Now death does not really part.  I have my memories. After all.  I really did not know him.  I thought I did.  I felt real love I know that.  You don't really know someone till you experience many years of joys and sorrows and all the in-be-tweens.  That is call life. When I think of it, marriage is a gamble. A good one, shares, talks, agrees, disagrees, and still comes out with love stronger. I loved Truman with all my heart.  I know he loved me too. We were lucky. 

Betty Boop