One of my favorite things to do is look at the milestones section of the newspaper, especially the 50th anniversary ones where the couple has submitted a photo of them from their wedding, paired with a photo of them now. It's just so fascinating to see how people change throughout the years. I love thinking about what their wedding day must have been like and what every day for 50 years must feel like--having kids, workday after workday, losing parents--just being together and knowing every little thing about each other. Sharing secrets that no one else will know because they aren't inside your marriage. All of that must be such a gift. All of the bad must outweigh the good.
It's also just crazy to think about because you look at those pictures and often times they look like if you put them in different clothes that they could be young right now. (Of course they could!) What it must've been like to be young back then. I wonder how different the idea of getting married was and what the expectations were. I wonder what it must feel like to look back at those pictures and think, We were young once too. I kind of forget that about old people.
Speaking of old people, I feel like I just recently changed my ideas of what old really is. Thirty is right around the corner. Forty isn't that far off either. My dad and aunt were talking about being 58 the other day and I thought, Eh, 58 doesn't look or sound so bad. I really feel like 25 has opened my eyes a lot about time. Because I'll be 27 when I graduate from grad school. Twenty-seven! There's no turning back now... as if I have a choice.
(By the way, this is Phyllis and Stanley Struebing, who I found in the Pantagraph today. They were married 60 years ago today in 1950.)
It's also just crazy to think about because you look at those pictures and often times they look like if you put them in different clothes that they could be young right now. (Of course they could!) What it must've been like to be young back then. I wonder how different the idea of getting married was and what the expectations were. I wonder what it must feel like to look back at those pictures and think, We were young once too. I kind of forget that about old people.
Speaking of old people, I feel like I just recently changed my ideas of what old really is. Thirty is right around the corner. Forty isn't that far off either. My dad and aunt were talking about being 58 the other day and I thought, Eh, 58 doesn't look or sound so bad. I really feel like 25 has opened my eyes a lot about time. Because I'll be 27 when I graduate from grad school. Twenty-seven! There's no turning back now... as if I have a choice.
(By the way, this is Phyllis and Stanley Struebing, who I found in the Pantagraph today. They were married 60 years ago today in 1950.)
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