Chuck was going off to fight in the China Burma theater in the war. Betty was his sweetheart who was staying at home. He was 25. She was 21.
The year was 1943. The date was the 27th of November. The place was a small Presbyterian church in Pittsburgh.
Over 68 years have passed since that day, the event that created a family, that brought together a couple to whom my father would be born twelve years later. Theirs was a sweet love that would stand the test of time.
It was a short and sweet ceremony, and they had a small reception, but their love was big and it kept them together through their time of separation.
They would have four children, though one would quietly pass away before she was 21 years of age. The other three would go on to marry and have children of their own.
They would retire and move from Pittsburgh to the warmer climates of Florida. From here they would travel around the United Sates, visiting their children. Their youngest son was in the Marine Corps, and they loved to visit him wherever he was stationed when they could.
They would honor the wedding vows they made that day. They would remain together until Chuck's death in 1989. They were married for forty-six years.
Chuck was going off to fight in the China Burma theater in the war. Betty was his sweetheart who was staying at home. He was 25. She was 21.
They would have four children, though one would quietly pass away before she was 21 years of age. The other three would go on to marry and have children of their own.
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