This would have been my parents Nelson and Mary's 85th wedding anniversary if they were still alive today. That is indeed a long, long time ago. And with this thought in mind, I finally took the 8mm movie film taken of their wedding back in 1940, which has been sitting in a cigar box in my den for almost 50 years, and had it converted to digital. I wasn't sure if film that old would even be useable, but the digital copy is perfect. Years ago, we would have family get-togethers with my mother's family, and our cousin Betty's husband Tom spliced about 4 family weddings together and would sometimes play them at these parties on a screen, in chronical order, to everyone's great amusement. When my parents moved to Stuart, Florida back in 1976, I became the keeper of the film, and I'm very glad I did. Talk about a blast from the past. The photograph above, by the way, was taken in the kitchen of our house in the South Side Brainerd neighborhood of Chicago back in 1957. And no, I did not take that photo. I was only 4 years old at the time. I think my parents were hosting Easter dinner that year, and I suspect my Grandfather Spillard, my mother's father, probably took it. And I'm glad for that, too.
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