Queen Anne's Lace/Wild Carrot and roses in a green Ball jar.
Would be beautiful for a country style wedding
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I was in my nightgown until noon! Then, I took a shower and put it back on, while I dried. Got dressed, filled up the bird feeders, ran a Prilosec up to Pearl who had bad heart burn and sat down to watch the baseball game.
I got so sleepy and closed my eyes at 3:00 and woke with a start at 4:25, BECAUSE I HAD TO BE AT MERLE AND PEARL'S 60TH ANNIVERSARY PARTY!!!!! YIKES!!
Made it!
Her youngest daughter, Margie, had reserved one entire side of the local Bob Evans restaurant--40 people came. Pearl wanted me to sit right next to her.
Kind of an odd different family. No one had a camera and no one wanted to have pictures taken, so I got bossy just so I could get one of them and one of them and their kids.
Their eldest is Vic (given the name of Victor so he would be victorious)--he looks just like Merle, but he doesn't talk--or smile! I greeted him when he arrived and when I left and he only mumbled something I could not make out.
Their eldest daughter, Cathy, (named for Catherine the Great) is a very religious woman. Two weeks ago, she got mad at her husband and cut off most of her waist-length hair. She thought it would make him stop drinking. Ah-hh--NO.
Their youngest daughter (between them) Margie, (named for Princess Margaret) is the one I adore! She reminds me so much of my Pammie. Happy and smiling all the time and very, very fun.
I did manage to get Pearl to let me take a picture of the roses that Merle gave her. Well, actually, Margie got a card and the roses, took her Dad out to the car, gave them to him and he brought them back in for Pearl. She wasn't fooled for a minute and turned to me and said, "He didn't get me these, Margie did. He has never bought me a flower in our lives!" Which, when I remember how many flowers Fred brought home to me, made me sort of sad.
Considering that no one wanted pictures, but I knew that later Pearl would say, "I wish we had pictures of our party," I just kept clicking away, without my flash and no one had a clue. HAH! Then I put some together and printed them out and will take them all up to her tomorrow.
I accidentally hit my water glass with my knife and someone thought I was "clinking for a kiss" and they all started clinking and we did get a tiny little peck kiss out of them. I didn't get a picture of that, but.....
They were sharing a milk shake and I did get a couple of photos of that--Pearl put whipped cream on Merle's nose. LOL
I wonder how anyone can live with the same person for 60 years and not get so tired of them and their ways--you know exactly how they are going to react to everything. No surprises--maybe that's a good thing? I could barely live with MYSELF for that long without getting bored.
I guess you just start out, go through all the fights and problems and then, finally settle down and you get to be like brother and sister, or something--friends? I don't really know what makes a long term marriage. Is it just habit? Neither one wants to rock the boat so...you just settle? Better to be together, even though you can hardly stand each other, than to be all alone?
Merle and Pearl barely say a word to each other. Most of the time, when they are together, they ignore each other. He snaps at her on occasion...she gets so mad at him. I guess that's what these long anniversaries are all about. A celebration for putting up with each other for life?
Oh well, I will never know and honestly...that's quite all right with me. I'd rather be alone than have some MAN tell me what to do, how to do it, when to do it and get mad if I don't do it his way.
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Whenever we go to Bob Evan's to eat, Merle and I order a side of biscuits. Pearl and Margie tease him on how he eats a biscuit. He first, cuts them in half, then slathers one half with butter. Then he puts the tiniest bit of honey on the edge and only bites that part. (He doesn't put honey on the whole half.) He then puts on a tiny bit more of honey and eats only that part--on and on until the biscuit is gone.
He stated in his dry way, "Keeps the honey from making a sticky mess." So, tonight, I surreptitiously got a pix of him eating his biscuit. I can't wait until they all see this photo!
I've had a nice full weekend. Filled with people that I enjoy and love and who love me...and none of them are related to me. Just like at Drew's grad party yesterday--he was so glad I was there.
They don't HAVE to be nice to me. That's kind of nice!