Since my mom died in November, I’ve been spending a few hours each week cleaning out her house and I’ve been finding some amazing things.
Today I was going through a shelf of old cookbooks and hidden behind the cookbooks, I found a nearly empty boxed bottle of Scotch and a shot glass. Each year, they apparently marked their anniversary with a toast and, on the box, noted where they were on that day.
2/18/46 Akron — this is their wedding day and place.
2/18/49 intl date line
2/18/50 Camp Pendleton
and with the exception of 1951, 1952 and 1953 (Dad was in Korea), the list goes on until the last entry of 2/18/2004. Dad died later that year and that ended the tradition that I never knew existed.