My grandparents were married just over a century ago on August 16, 1922. Eunice was twenty-three and Morris was twenty-nine. Eunice passed away a month after they celebrated their sixty-seventh wedding anniversary. Morris passed away less than a year after that. It’s impossible for me to think of one without thinking of the other. They were always Eunice and Morris.
Love Eunice’s smiles of mirth, bemusement and love…all the way through till the last photo. Perhaps Morris had all needed in those smiles and that was that. Thanks as always for sharing.
Loved this. Beautifully written, Richard.
Thank you, Karyn! xoxoxo
Love Eunice’s smiles of mirth, bemusement and love…all the way through till the last photo. Perhaps Morris had all needed in those smiles and that was that. Thanks as always for sharing.