Today would have been my parent’s 70th wedding anniversary.
Elizabeth and Phillip were amazing parents. They raised eleven children: My six brothers–Bill, Phil, Jim, Frank, Joe, and Carl, and my four sisters–Elizabeth, Myra, Vera, Mary and me. My brother Carl and I are twins and are the “babies”.
My father loved to tell people that they stopped having children “…when they started coming out in twos”.
There were 18 years separating the oldest child (Bill) to the youngest (Carl and I). For decades, my parents kept an enduring, loving family ritual – sharing meals. Without fail, dinner was always planned. I don’t recall even a single day when we didn’t all gather, at least for the dinner meal.
Some people may think that this is not a big deal, but if you look at the fact that my parents prepared well over 30,000 meals during the time they were raising their family, that’s no small feat.
Their dedication to our family meal ritual inspired me to write a book about sharing meals (more on this soon).
My parents passed away in the early 2000’s, but I still smile when I see older couples expressing love towards one another, and to their families. Sharing meals was a wonderful expression of love my siblings and I received from my parents, and a ritual that should still be continued today.
Happy Anniversary, Elizabeth & Phillip…