A few days ago, I got a lovely little gift in the mail from my cousin, Beth.
Our fathers were brothers, and Beth is just a year older than I am. We grew up seeing each other several times a year, and our parents would always compare our height and weight.
I hated that.
These past few years, we’ve been able to see each other a little more often, and we’re the ones comparing now! But, it’s cholesterol levels and hot flash severity.
Beth and her sister, Sue, are beginning to help my aunt and uncle to sort through their things. And, Beth found a few items that she thought I’d like to have. And, she was right.
This is the newspaper account of my parents’ wedding from 1941, in the East Los Angeles Gazette. I learned quite a few new things about them reading this.
- My mother wore an heirloom veil of French lace that was 136 years old. I have no idea where this is now, and I don’t remember ever hearing my mother talk about it. My hunch is that it came from my dad’s side of the family, through my French-Canadian grandmother.
- I didn’t know that my father’s sister, my Aunt Bea, was my mother’s maid of honor. My mom was an only child, and so had no sister who would have been an obvious choice. My dad had four sisters, and I’m so curious as to why Bea was chosen for this honor.
- I don’t recognize any of the names of my dad’s attendants, except Randal Cooper. He married my dad’s sister, Virginia.
- I didn’t know that my mom had been a secretary for the Native Daughters of the Golden West. Her mother, my Nanna, was a member and an officer.
On the back side of this clipping is an advertisement from a local store.
2 pounds of fig bars for 17 cents!
Ice cream for 15 cents a quart!
A pint of gin for 77 cents!
But, I’m really curious about why, oh why, would there ever be a need for 250 brewer’s yeast tablets???