Wordless Wednesday, almost: Now that's an Irish picnic

Landing on a much lighter note this day, here are a couple of photos of picnics as members of my family enjoyed them in Ireland. In the first photo, with the men in suits and ties, the women in dresses, and their tea in china cups, they look as though they are having a lovely time. You can almost hear the voices of the little ones in the second photograph shouting, 'Hurry up, take the photo, the sun is in our eyes'.

In the foreground Mollie Magee Halpin; Mollie's husband Willie Halpin is pouring the tea. Behind Mollie is Willie's sister May Halpin Daly Barnwell. Next to Willie, the gent in the glasses is May's husband Dick Barnwell. The young fellow drinking his tea is one of the Barnwell sons. (Late 1940s)

The large group of children in the foreground are Magees, with the exception of my dad Michael and his brother Patrick.
My dad is the little boy in the front far left, who looks as though he's being blinded by the sun. Patrick is the little boy on the right who is turning away from the camera. The adults shading their eyes are Mollie and Willie Halpin.
The woman in the back far right is my paternal great-grandmother Mary Dunne Magee. (Photo dates to mid 1930s).

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New Pages: Films and Latin Translations

As Autumn approaches, and the new school year gets underway, I will be adding a series of extra pages to this blog which will hopefully provide you with additional help with respect to your Irish family history research. Since there is no time like the present, to begin with today, I am adding a couple of pages which have been in abeyance for a while.

Inspired by Dick Eastman's mention of the film 'Death or Canada', I have decided now is the time to add the films page to this blog. On the page I have included links to films which detail various aspects of Irish history, as well as others which are simply to enjoy.

Also, I have added a page of translations for some of the Latin terms you might come across while doing your family history research.

I hope you enjoy the pages and find them useful.

Cheers,
Jennifer

The seamy underbelly of genealogy business

There are some people in our community who do not seem to understand the meaning of the word NO. I am astonished by this. Perhaps I find it surprising because I was raised with manners. When I refuse an offer for a service, when I say 'No, thank you', I actually expect the person on the other end of that offer to accept my refusal.

For months I have received a barrage of emails from a so called professional genealogist who wants to 'help' me by introducing me to what he is selling. Initially I replied to his messages by saying, 'No thank you, I am not interested.' This person sent me messages saying we should meet and included his cell phone number, just in case I have any questions.

Here's a question: Why can you not take NO for an answer?

Further, this person signed me up on his email list to receive updates and a newsletter, despite the fact that I indicated I do not want to be on that list. On at least three different occasions I unsubscribed from his list, but still I receive messages from him.

I consider myself to be a very patient person, but this morning my patience met its end, and I did something I would not normally do. I reported this individual to Google for harassment.

In a civilized society I do not think it is too much to expect another person to respect my wishes.  I do not think it is too much to expect someone to understand that NO MEANS NO.

This person has either a very high opinion of himself, or such low self esteem, that he needs to keep flogging his product to people who have no interest in either him or what he is selling. Clearly he does not understand the most basic principals of marketing, and cannot figure out how to properly promote his business, but that is not my problem because I am not interested in his business.

When I first started blogging I was contacted by another 'professional', a woman who could not take no for an answer. She continually contacted me explaining that I needed her help. She finally left me alone when I made it clear to her that she did not know what she was talking about when it came to Irish research.

This is the seamy underbelly of the genealogy business. Those so called professionals who want to sell you something come hell or high water. These people seem to think they know your own mind better than you do. I find such individuals reprehensible.

If you look up the word 'professional' in any dictionary you will discover that quite simply it means 'one who is engaged in a specified activity as a main paid occupation rather than a pastime'. Over time we have come to expand the meaning of professional to include the idea that a professional behaves in an appropriate and respectful manner. Clearly this part of the meaning of professional does not apply to some individuals. Unfortunately their lack of even basic manners reflects badly on those members of the community who do conduct themselves in a respectful and professional manner.

Since the word 'NO' became part the English language, its meaning has not changed. It is an adverb which originated from the Old English nan meaning 'none'. So, when you ask me if I want to buy your service, or be on your mailing list, or review your site, and I say no, it means I want none of it.

NO MEANS NO!

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'Our House': Saying goodbye to my childhood home

The key in the upper lock of the door stuck slightly, as it always did, before it made the clicking sound to indicate it was locked. Yesterday, I locked the door of my childhood home for the very last time. My brother and I have gathered possessions, some of the items most cherished by our parents, old photographs and the like, to remind us of what it meant to live there, to live a life as a family with our mother and our father. Childhood games were long ago set aside as each one of us moved into adulthood and away from our parents, as all children do, in order to strike out on our own, to build our own lives. When I moved away as a young adult, somehow I imagined the door with the sticky lock would always have a place in my life. The house in which I grew up would always be there waiting for me to return to it.

I know every inch of that house. I remember as a child excitedly running across the bare hardwood floors to strip the 'SOLD' sign out of the living room window, so that I could save it for all time. At first that large window was spanned by heavy brocade drapes, and the room was dressed with dark wood furniture and accented with honeyed gold paint. With changing times and tastes, the colours softened, and those drapes were replaced with an elegant symmetry of cream colour draped across that window.

With each drop of paint, every change in decor, almost every piece of furniture and light fixture, there are memories. In the dining room, each spring Mom would climb a small ladder to take down every droplet of the crystal chandelier hanging over the table, so that each piece could be cleaned. The chandelier beautifully sparkled in the early evening light after she had finished. I did not always help her to clean it, but when I did, the task was usually lightened by laughter. Sometimes we'd pretend the crystal pieces were earrings, and we'd dance around with them held up to our ears. It was a simple and very silly time, but unforgettable.

On the last day in my childhood home there were so many memories rushing through my mind, there was a crush as I tried to single them out. Standing in the kitchen, I could almost hear the sizzle and breathe in the flavour of bacon and eggs, sausages and blood pudding, as I remembered my father at the stove cooking breakfast on a Sunday morning. Sunday morning breakfast was the only meal he would occasionally cook, and when he did, it was always so delicious. Standing in the living room I remembered celebration, images and sounds of times when we welcomed family from Ireland. I can still hear the peals of laughter, the singing, the distinctive thump of the bone hitting the bodhrán drum, and Uncle Séamus wildly playing his accordion.

Packing away my mother's large mixing spoons evoked a memory of the gorgeous fragrance of her Irish Christmas puddings, with sultana raisins, currants, candied peel, walnuts and almonds. Mom never had to measure out a single ingredient, or consult a recipe; the talent for making it was in her bones. Mom would let each one of us take a turn when it was time to mix in the porter beer, stirring the massive mixture around a large metal bowl. 'Three times around', she would say, 'Make sure it's a full three turns, and be certain to make your wish'. Oh, when I think of some of the wishes made over those puddings. If only I could make a wish now.

Standing in my childhood bedroom for the very last time, I gazed out the window over the yard, and remembered. In the mists of memory I see my father and our neighbours building the fences, and laying the sod. On the light breeze of this last afternoon the sweet scent of Mom's rose bushes wafts its way in through the open window. Peonies, Lavender, and Black-eyed Susans run slightly wild along the sides of the yard next to overgrown privet hedge. At the far end of the garden stand the hostas, still dressed in the light tears of a morning rain. Mom planted them in that first Spring after Dad died. I stand there at the window wondering if the garden knows she is gone. Do the flowers miss the deft touch of her hand, trimming everything, keeping it all well ordered?

Turning away from the window I recall the day my teenaged self announced to my mother that I had decided to paint over the soft pink walls of my little girl room. The colour I had chosen was purple. Mom wasn't at all happy about my choice, but she helped me choose the right shade of purple, and helped me paint the room. As soon as I moved out, Mom re-painted the room pink.

Walking from empty room to empty room to ensure everything is clean and well polished for the next owners, the house seems much smaller now. It was the lives within our home that made it big, but now those lives are gone.

I knew joy in that house, and laughter, but also anger, and incredible sadness too. It was the site of many beginnings and far too many endings. I loved that house, and at times I hated it too. I knew freedom, learning, and happiness there, but also stringent limits and boundaries that I sometimes reeled against. It meant all things to me, but more than anything it was my family home, the home in which I believed I would always find my parents, a place of roots, of our foundation and our connection.

With the last click of that lock the connection is now severed; for us the place is gone.

It is only a house now, no longer a home.


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Finding the 'lost' children: Revisiting the 1901 and 1911 Irish Census materials

Click on images to view a larger version for comparison of the information requested on each census.

The snapshot of family life which is recorded on the 1911 Irish census was much more developed than that which had been revealed in the 1901 census. In 1911, for the first time, a woman was required by law to indicate the number of years she had been married, as well as the number of children born alive to her, and the number still living in 1911. The inclusion of this extra information in 1911 is valuable because it reveals exactly how many members were born live in a specific family, and the numbers recorded may help us to find 'lost' children.

The discovery of 'lost' children who were included in the numbers of the census records for my own family members left me with a lot of questions. Who were these children? What are their names? Did they die during the ten years between censuses or can they be found elsewhere?

I began the search for them by comparing the 1901 and 1911 census materials on which their families appeared. In the case of the Fitzpatrick family, who had moved to Liverpool just before the 1901 Irish census, I used the 1901 U.K. census as well. With the census records as a 'jumping off point', I was able to use other documentary evidence, and ultimately found all but one of them.

WHAT DID I DISCOVER? Looking first at the 1911 Census, here is what the numbers tell us about these four families:

BALL: Jane Ball gave birth to 5 children; 3 were alive in 1911.

FITZPATRICK: Mary Fitzpatrick gave birth to 7 children; 5 were alive in 1911.

GERAGHTY: Margaret Geraghty gave birth to 9 children; on the 1911 census 9 are reported alive, but only 7 names are listed.

MAGEE: Mary Magee gave birth to 5 children; 4 were alive in 1911.

For each family listed below, click on the year links, highlighted in blue, to view the census record for that particular family. Click on the blue post links for further details and stories of some of these lost children.

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BALL:                1901 Irish Census           1911 Irish Census

Francis:

In 1901 Francis Ball is 7 years old, the youngest child in his family which at this point includes 3 other siblings. Francis is named after his father. By 1911 both he and his father no longer appear on the census. His mother is described as a widow, so we know his father is dead by 1911, but was he also deceased? Sadly, the answer is yes. In this post I detail my discovery of the life and death of Francis Ball.

Jane:

Baby Jane Ball appeared on neither the 1901 nor the 1911 census, but she is accounted for in the numbers. In this post, I recount my discovery of little baby Jane.

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FITZPATRICK:          1911 Irish Census

Joseph:

In the 1901 U.K. census [1] Joseph Fitzpatrick is 5 years old, the middle child in a family which at this point includes 2 other siblings, his elder sister Mary Angela and younger brother Thomas. By 1911 his brother and sister are still alive, but he is unaccounted for. What happened to him? Sadly, as I detail in this account, little Joseph Fitzpatrick died in Liverpool in November of 1901. This post gives an account of the sad and unsettling details of his interment.

Another child appears in the numbers on the Fitzpatrick census documents, but is on neither the 1901 UK census nor the 1911 Irish census. In order to find this child, I looked at the dates of birth of his/her siblings and noticed a number of gaps in the years of birth. The gaps offer me a starting point in my search for this child. So far I have not yet found this lost child but my search continues.

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GERAGHTY:               1901 Census          1911 Census

Mary: 

In 1901 Mary Geraghty is the second born child, and first born daughter, and is 13 years old. She has one elder brother and six younger siblings all of whom are listed on the 1911 census. Why was Mary missing from the 1911 census? Had she married? Where was she living? Also, I knew my grandfather had a sister named Helen, but where was an account of her on these census records?

It turned out that the answer to this puzzle is very simple, Mary and Helen are in fact one person. As she grew into adulthood Mary no longer used her given forename. Instead, Mary used her middle name Helen, so she was known to some members of the later generations in the family as Helen.  Finding her record of civil registration was no help, since her parents had not yet named their daughter, but her record of baptism revealed all. Mary was born Maria 'Mary' Helen Geraghty 28 July 1887, and was baptized with that name at the Church of St. James, Dublin, on 7 August 1887.

Despite the fact that Mary used her middle name Helen, her birth name would have to appear on official documents, such as a passport, so I searched for Mary using her entire first name, and I found her.

By the time of the 1911 census, Mary was still alive, but she was no longer living in Ireland. Mary was the only member of her family of origin to emigrate out of Ireland to the United States. In 1909, at the age of 22, Mary Helen Geraghty emigrated to the United States of America. She sailed from Liverpool on 2 October 1909 onboard the SS Campania. Her final destination was Cleveland Ohio, but there is no indication of why she was going there. The manifest entry indicates she had no profession. The name of her father Patrick Geraghty, and the family home address of 7 Bow Bridge, Dublin, are noted on the far right of the entry.

Header of the manifest of the S.S. Campania on which Mary sailed. (FindMyPast.co.uk)

The centre entry for Mary. Her name is incorrectly noted as Mary Ellen instead of Mary Helen. (FindMyPast.co.uk)

The other child for whom there is no account on the 1911 census record for the Geraghty family home is Patrick. Patrick went on to become a professor at University College Cork, so I know he was still alive at this point. Given his age of nineteen years, my assumption is that he was away at university when the census was taken, but I have to find evidence in order to precisely pin down his exact location.

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MAGEE:               1901 Census          1911 Census

In 1901 the Magee family has two children, Anne and Michael. Those two children along with two others, Mary (called Mollie) and Francis (called Frank), were alive and accounted for on the 1911 census; however, there was one child about whom there is no account on either the 1901 or 1911 census, except in the numbers, so who was this fifth child?

Patrick William:

Again, I looked for a gap in the birth dates of the siblings in order to find the fifth child born to the Magee family. The pattern of births in the Magee family revealed that on average there was a child born about every 18 months. With Michael born in 1896 and his sister Anne born in 1900, there was a wide gap of 4 years during which to search, and it was within that gap that I found Patrick William.

Patrick William was born 13 July 1898 and died 22 Feb 1900. At the time of his death, Patrick William's mother Mary was in the first trimester of her pregnancy with baby Anne. A sad fact in many Irish families in the period, the burying of one child while carrying another.

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Footnotes:

1. The Fitzpatrick records in the 1901 UK census can only be accessed through a paid site, so I could not include the link here.

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I'm off to Ireland soon. Can I get you anything?

In September I will be going overseas; can I get anything for you? My main base of operations will be Dublin, Ireland, although I will also be working on my history research at the National Archives in Kew, London. In past years I have made this offer and had an overwhelming number of people take me up on it. So, this time, in order to limit the numbers, I've decided to add a few rules.

1. You must be a registered follower of this blog for at least the two weeks prior to today's offer.

2. Your request must be as detailed as possible, and include name, relevant dates, townland, county, and so on. No extra detail is too much.

Copy of death registration entry for Nicholas Fitzpatrick

3. If you would like a copy of a civil registration entry for a birth, death, or marriage, such as the one pictured above, then I must have the full name of the individual(s), the type of event, and the date of the event. Also, any other details such as parents' names, address, etc. will make it more likely that I will find exactly the document you need.

I will absorb the 20€ (Euro) fee for using the research room, but I will need to be reimbursed the 4€ ($5 USD) fee which the GRO will charge me for each photocopy I retrieve and mail to you. If there are any changes to their policy in this regard, I will let you know.

For civil registrations, on this trip I will only be visiting the General Register Office in Dublin, so any documents will have to be for events which took place in the Republic of Ireland from 1864 (non-Roman Catholic marriages from 1845), and for Northern Ireland from 1864 to 31 December 1921. See the GRO site for further information about what is available.

If your ancestor's civil registration details are on Ancestry or the LDS site Familysearch.org, then sending me the volume number and page number of the entry for your ancestor will ensure you end up with the document you request.

You will notice the details below, which are from the LDS site, correspond to the Death Registration document pictured above:

4. If you would like a photograph of the grave of an ancestor interred in Glasnevin Cemetery, Dublin, then I will need the full name of the interred and the location of the grave including the cemetery section and, most importantly, the grave number. Assuming I am able to find it, I will send you an email with a digital photograph of the grave. Some of your family members may be interred in graves without headstones, so there may be no stone to photograph, only green space.

5. If you are seeking a record which might be found in the Roman Catholic Parish Registers on microfilm at the National Library of Ireland, then take a look at the listings here on the NLI website in order to identify the film number on which your ancestor's record might be found. I will need the film numbers, and again, I will need all relevant information such as names, dates, and locations to make it more likely that I will find the record you want.

6. Any requests must be submitted no later than 31 August 2012.

7. You must understand that this offer is not a guarantee that I will find the information for which you are searching, but I will certainly do my best to get it for you. I reserve the right to refuse any request.

If you have any questions about the details, and/or you wish to take me up on this offer then, email me at

irisheyesjennifer at gmail dot com

Treasure Chest Thursday: Dance cards and a special photograph

For me this photograph is truly a treasure, a simple black and white image as valuable to me as a nugget of gold. When I learned that the trove of photographs my mother saved over the course of her life would come into my custody, this photograph was among those I knew I would be most happy to have; however, when I looked through my Mom's collection, this picture was nowhere to be seen. It was not among all of the photographs my mother kept in various albums and boxes.  I felt very sad when I could not find it, wondered what had happened to it, and mourned its loss. Then, last weekend when we were at my parents' home, continuing to clear it out, my brother came across a manilla envelope inside one of the drawers in our father's highboy dresser. Lo and behold, within that envelope was this photograph. I was absolutely thrilled to see it.

I remember looking at this photograph when I was a child, looking at it and loving it. It was one of several shots taken at 'dress dances', as they were called. A dress dance meant black tie and a ball gown, a late-night supper, and dancing to an orchestra. My parents, Mary Ball and Michael Geraghty, usually attended with a large group of friends, as well as some family members. Everyone always looks so happy in the pictures.

As a child I used to love the elegant look of it all, and day-dreamed about one day wearing a beautiful evening gown and dancing in the same ballrooms where my parents once danced. Of course, dress dances and ballroom dancing went out of vogue long ago, so my dream did not come true, but still I love to gaze at the photographs and imagine what it was like on those evenings, in the years before my mother and my father were married.

I can identify several of the people in the photograph, but for most their names are lost to me now. My father is second from the left in the row of men standing behind the ladies. Next to him, and third from the left is his uncle, my grand-uncle William Halpin. My mother is seated second from the left in between my father's aunt, my grand-aunt Mollie Magee Halpin and May Halpin Daly Barnwell. It's funny to see Mollie Magee Halpin happily seated next to my mom Mary, since Mollie strongly encouraged her nephew Michael Geraghty to court Mary Ball's sister instead of Mary. Thankfully, my dad only had eyes for my mom.

In addition to this photograph and others like it, among my mother's effects I found four dance cards which I do not recall ever before seeing. Each one gives the details of the dance, the menu for the supper, and the programme of music to be played. The largest of these small 'programmes' is three inches wide and five inches long; the smallest is only two by three inches. On a couple of them, in a youthful version of my mother's handwriting, is a listing of some the people with whom she attended.

Reading these little cards, and gazing at the photographs, I can imagine many happy evenings with my parents, Mary and Mike, dancing together, lingering over a late supper, and dreaming about their future.

Inside the card for the dance at the Gresham Hotel Ballroom, January 1950.

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Tuesday's Tips: 'Granny was in the IRA': Turning a story into a history.

With the recent relaunch of the Bureau of Military History website, I thought it was time to once again post this Tuesday's Tips, with some new edits.

If you have family members who fought in the Irish War of Independence and/or the Irish Civil War, then you will want to visit the Bureau's new website. Online access through the Bureau now includes the opportunity to read and download the over seventeen hundred witness statements made by some of those Irish citizens who fought in the Irish War of Independence and/or the Irish Civil War. The site also includes a search feature so that you may just plug in the name of the individual for whom you are searching and the witness statements in which his/her name is mentioned will be displayed.

As we march toward 2016, and the 100th anniversary of the 1916 Easter Rising, more documents of this nature will be scheduled for release. It will mean unprecedented access to documentary evidence of the history of family members and friends who participated in these landmark events in the history of Ireland. For many it will finally mean having evidence to support a long held family story.

The Irish Oral Tradition is one with a long and important history. As is the case with people from many backgrounds, it is the oral tradition which kept stories alive under the oppressive rule of a brutal colonizer who could destroy records, but could not control the stories alive on the tongues, and in the hearts and minds, of those they dominated. For many of us who have Irish ancestors, it is the oral tradition which has kept our family stories alive, and has inspired us to journey down the road of family history.

Now, as we seek to preserve those stories, we may discover that when the Irish Oral Tradition meets Irish History parts of those stories may not be strictly accurate. Some family historians prefer to accept all the details as fact, and don't view the stories with a skeptical eye, even when things don’t quite add up. To them I must pose the question, “Are we interested in learning the history of our ancestors’ lives, or in simply sharing myths created about them long after they turned to dust?”

Often, I receive emails from people whose ancestors shared the same Irish military history as mine, as well as from people whose stories sound a little sketchy. The sketchy stories usually feature ancestral heroics during the Easter Rising or the Irish War of Independence, with some details which sound implausible, and others which are downright impossible.

The thing is, if your ancestor served in any of the forces which worked to free Ireland from British rule, there may be records available to support the facts of their service. You just have to know where to find them. Even if you discover that your ancestor was not the hero of the hour, that doesn’t mean the history of the day didn’t impact your family in a significant way.

What a 'well read' Cumann na mBan gun-runner girl might have carried.

Finding your ancestor in early 20th century Irish military history

Do you have a direct ancestor who served in the Irish Volunteers during the Easter Rising or the Irish War of Independence, or was a member of the Free State Army during the Irish Civil War, and he/she applied for a pension?

If so, then in addition to accessing the materials on the Bureau of Military History website, you may wish to request a copy of the record of service for your family member. Extant records, which are currently free of charge, are available through the Veteran's Allowance Section of the Irish Department of Defence. This office also accesses information from The Medals Files, and will provide to you the details of any medals awarded to your kin for service from 1916 to 1922.

A few things about this:

1} The Irish War of Independence is also referred to as the 'Anglo-Irish War', 'The Black & Tan War', and even 'The Tan War'. One war, several names. If you’ve heard that Granny was a gun-runner in the Anglo-Irish War, then it means she served during the Irish War of Independence, 1919-1921.

2} If your ancestor was killed in action while serving, a pension record may still exist, as long as his/her next of kin applied for a survivor's pension.

3} You must be able to prove to the Veteran’s Allowance Section that you are next of kin to the person about whom you are requesting information.  You must provide a copy of your birth certificate, and the birth certificates of other persons (father, grandfather, etc.) in the particular family line in order to prove your lineage. (**see note below)

4} Assuming a record exists, it may take up to a year for you to receive it. (Speaking from personal experience.)

5} In your letter of application provide as much information as possible about your ancestor, including such details as their full name, address during the time in question. If you know the details of their battalion, company and rank, be sure to include those as well.

6} Currently, you cannot submit an online request, but must write an actual letter to the office, being sure to include proof of kin documents. Provide all possible means of contact for you, including email, snail mail, and telephone number.

Their full mailing address is:

Veterans Allowance Section
Department of Defence (DOD)
Renmore, Galway
Ireland.

You will also want to visit the website of the National Archives UK. Although many records were destroyed when the British turned over Dublin Castle to the Irish Free State, NA UK holds materials from 1916. It is interesting to note that while the Easter Rising appears in the subject listing, the Irish War of Independence does not appear; however, materials about the the war can be found with a little looking around. Some Dublin Castle records, for example, are in the records of the Colonial Office and the records of the War Office (in the catalogue such records begin with CO and WO, respectively). There is also information about conflict in Ireland in the Cabinet Papers. While many documents can only be viewed in person at the archives, some of these materials can be accessed online, and copies of some materials may also be purchased.

**Note: Pension records which are currently available only to next of kin are scheduled for release; the plan is for all of them to be available for public access by 2016.  This does not necessarily mean they will be posted online, only that in requesting them you will not have to provide proof of next of kin status.

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Mike & Mary Ever After: Marking Mom and Dad's Wedding Anniversary

On this day, which would have been the fifty-eighth anniversary of their wedding, I am posting a photograph from my Mom and Dad's wedding day, along with a photo I took of them dancing at my brother's wedding. Today I imagine them waltzing together on a heavenly dance floor, with my sweet Sarah nipping at their heels. They are both very much missed and very dearly loved.

Happy 58th Wedding Anniversary Mom & Dad!

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