Ky and ClydeIn the week that leads up to Valentine's Day, I am reflecting about the couples and marriages that have been part of my understanding of love and commitment. Both my maternal and paternal grandparents and my parents had the "until death do us part" kind of marriage. And since they lived a fairly long time, that meant many years together.
The photograph above is one of the last ones I have of both of them. It has been stored away for many years, and Joe's scanning project brought it to my attention again. I am so grateful for these two and their love for me. I remember Papa's hearty laugh, his toothless grin, the way he bent down low over a small radio to listen to baseball games. I remember Grandma's hands kneading biscuit dough, scattering scraps for the chickens, tucking me into a feather bed, doing fine needlework and quilting, the way she lived out her faith. Life was not easy for them. They had few comfortable amenities, and a great deal of heartbreak. But they did their best and shared what they did have. Ky's birthday, February 17(1885), and Clyde's on March 15 (1887) prompt me to think of them with great respect and admiration. They were married in 1905, and were together until Ky's death in 1965, a month short of his 80th birthday. Clyde lived on for another 12 years, dying in 1977. Their 60 years of marriage is a tribute to making a life together.