Great-Grandma Lillian and Great-Grandpa Raymond both grew up in Louisville, Kentucky. But under very different circumstances.
He was the son of a doctor. She lived across the proverbial tracks.
He was an only child. She the youngest of nine.
In his world, higher education was a given. In hers, she managed to squeeze in secretarial classes with part-time jobs and loans from her sister Mattie
But sometimes… differences don’t matter. They came together anyway--with a courtship consisted of picnics along the shores of the Ohio River, digging for freshwater mussels and giggling at the dramatic drop of the roller coaster at Fontaine Ferry
In the roaring 20s, life was good. Raymond loved to plink out a tune on the piano. Lillian made the best chicken n’ dumplings I’ve ever tasted. The Great War had been fought over a decade before. The flu pandemic was long gone. Electric lights were an exciting new invention. The stock market crash wouldn’t happen for another 5 years.
And in this snapshot, now nearly a century old, they are proud. Happy. Almost giddy. Just two people taking a moment. Capturing life as it was. Now three generations get together every 4th of July with deviled eggs, green beans, and fried chicken. Three children, seven grandchildren, 12 great-grandchildren, 9 great-great-grandchildren. And counting.
All because two people fell in love.
What portrait holds power for you? What snapshot do you have, which tells the story of so many lives? Who are YOUR Raymond and Lillian?