Improved with age . . .

Kitchen after I tried to make fried chichen - March 1967

View from our apartment - St. Patrick's Cathedral

Some of the flowers which filled the apartment.

I can vouch for us. Forty-seven years ago on a Friday (so we could have a two day weekend to celebrate)  P&D's Pop was working at Pervel and I was teaching at NFA. We finished our day's work, went to our respective homes to get ready for our marriage ceremony. We were married by Father Millette at All Hallows Rectory in the evening with my younger sister and P&D's Pop's older brother as witnesses along with my parents and his mother. Then we were off to our apartment in Norwich which Pa had filled with flowers. Auspicious beginning to these best years and yes, we have improved with age. Life has been good and kind to us.

Poor P&D's started out yesterday morning working with his planes and upon hearing a monster thump on the ceiling ran up to see what had happened. I had dropped the medicine ball! Just an ordinary day in our lives. We went to Twin Oaks in Cranston, RI for an early dinner and were seated immediately. That is a rare occasion but they had a nice table for two so we were ushered in before bigger parties. Started out with a mighty good Black Russian and Grampa claims the best bottles of Bud ever in a restaurant! I had six fantastic escargot in garlic butter, bien sur, and sopped up that delightful butter with excellent rolls. My lamb chops were good and for the first time ever I ate the mint jelly! Grampa's Caesar salad disappeared in two shakes of a lamb's tail, but his Men's Cut Prime Rib was sent back to the kitchen because it was tough. The second large slice of Prime Rib was only a bit better so today we've put it in the Crock Pot along with a chuck roast for supper tonight. It smells so nice in the kitchen right now. We skipped dessert and had Ballet of Angels when we returned home. We have two dozen red and yellow roses displayed on the marble and kitchen tables to brighten up this snowy day. I shall consider baking a sweet something because snowy days always make me want to bake.

February 3, 1967 - February 3, 2014 - Doing fine.

Quote:  Passion may be blind; but to say that love is, is a libel and a lie.  __Nothing is more sharp-sighted or sensitive than true love, in discerning, as by an instinct, the feelings of another.   __W.H. Davis