They reminded many of Nelson Eddie and Vivian Leigh. They worked hard, danced around the living room, laughed frequently and even had what my Father would call disagreements. But they always had time to dispense hugs and tons of tickles and kisses.
Both were good singers and each was united on taking us for Sunday drives in the station wagon. My Grandmother, Mama, lived with them their entire marriage and never once did my Father complain because she was so sweet she might possibly have been the meekest and most lovable woman to have walked this earth.
These people had a long-running story and I am so fortunate to have been a product of their love. What a lucky star I have. We never had much money but we never lacked for all of the necessary and important things. We were rich in time spent together and hold tight to the immense love we feel for one other.
Many people who were born wealthy, with worldly possessions, don’t usually get the rich parents to go with it as we. Ours looked like movie stars, had hearts of gold and taught us all about life. They loved us fiercely and told we children how special and unique were were. I am proud to be their daughter.
Every August 13th, I celebrate by giving thanks for being born their baby girl. They are the reason I love my birthday. It is a constant reminder of the true wealth of their love.