By Guinn Sweet | email@example.com
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “Holidays,” a sonnet written in the 1850s, alluded to The Secret Anniversaries of the Heart. Whether he was thinking of secrets held by those who just couldn’t remember the anniversary date, or whether he was referring to those who had memorable events that occurred, untold to friends, family and public, I just don’t know.
At this time of life, we are both in our mid-80s, the “secret” may have in mind the fact that we have possibly forgotten our own anniversary, a path taken so long ago in the past that we just can’t drudge up any specific memory of the ceremony, however, we are aware of some passage of time because of the age of our children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and one great-great-grandchild. Sometimes, when talking to the children, it is like we are the children and they are the parents! Not so, we are assured by a quick glance in the mirror and a peek at the checkbook.
This past week was especially uplifting when we “celebrated” our 67th anniversary. We had no clue that our marriage would last so long. When we married, Colon had just partaken of a double event in the South Pacific – at Iwo Jima and Okinawa – and the landing of troops on each island.
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