Booth and Consequences
At Thanksgiving dinner, my beloved aunts
Becky and
Treasure told me that not only do they read The Dawn Patrol every day (always nice to hear), but it's
blatantly inaccurate—at least as far as
my account of my grandparents' courtship is concerned. For one thing, a photo in the post that I stated was of my grandmother at age 21 with a college pal was actually her at age 43 with her brother. Oops.
I've made a number of corrections to the post and have found better photos of my grandparents. Among them are these photo-booth shots of the strikingly attractive couple—I've never seen Grandpa so rakish—which I believe were taken in 1936, during either their honeymoon or their courtship (though I'm afraid to assume anything now).
If you haven't read the post, it's a highly romantic tale of my grandfather's determined pursuit of my grandmother, who was not at all easily swayed. If you have read it, do take another look, if only for the photos.
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