Today would have been my mother and father's 66th wedding anniversary. (Do we still count years after they are gone?)
They were married January 10, 1944 on a bitterly cold day, just like today. They were married in Philadelphia in the church's rectory. A friend of my father's was the minister. He also baptized my sister and me. During WWII soldiers often did not know when they might be called away and sometimes weddings were held without a lot of preparation and fanfare.
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!