September 4, 1954

July 21, 1921 a family in middle Michigan welcomed their second child into the world.  They now had a family of four, Father, Mother, Daughter and son.  Later this family would welcome 3 more daughters into their family.  Once the depression was in full swing, the father couldn’t take it anymore and left his family.  After their son finished his 8th grade education and his mother working many jobs to support her family, the son, the now man of the house, ended his education and he joined the work force to help his mother and his family out financially.

Twelve years later in Ann Arbor, Michigan, on February 5, 1933 a family of three, a mother, father and son welcome the newest baby girl into their family.  Five short years later she would lose her father to pneumonia, one month before Penicillin was FDA approved.

The son later went on to serve his country, joining the military during WWII.

She went on to graduate from high school and attend the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor.  She was the only female dental student in her class.  The summer before her final year in school she was waiting tables at a truckstop outside of Ann Arbor when he walked in the door.

It must have been love at first sight because 6 short weeks later they went into Indiana and were married.

He was 33 years old, she was only 21.  She entered a pre-made family becoming an instant step mother to a 12 year old boy.

Her family was displeased with her because she never finished college, married a “homely” man who had an already made family but she never looked back; at that time men took care of their families and two income families were unheard of.

They went on to have two more daughters to give them a family of five.  Her mother finally accepted her husband when the first child was born.

They were married 53 years.

Nicole

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0 Comments

  1. That's such an incredible story Nicole. I've always wanted to write the love story of my maternal grandparents. Hopefully someday I will.

    Also – I can really see the family resemblance. You look a lot like her!!

  2. Lovely! My husband and I also got married really quickly. I never went back home after our first date and we got married 2 months to the day after our first date. I pray that God will bless us with 50+++ years together. In March it will be 15 years of happiness. It sounds like you come from a long line of love Nicole!

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