Monday, August 01, 2011
My parents were married at the end of December, 1946. It was just after an ice storm. If they were forced to wait until better weather, the year would be over and this chest would be a mystery as to why it would be the wrong year. They didn't want to wait. My grandfather's health was failing. As it turned out, he lived for a few more years. Good thing he did, or I wouldn't have known him.
This is how the chest looks today, in the dining area of my new house. The photo of my grandmother is in a small frame to the right of the chest so she can keep watch over her creation.