In June 1943 their engagement was announced, and the congratulations began pouring in. Celebrations were constrained in camp, but a friend created an engagement card with paper, pen, and bits of yarn and fabric.
They were married at the Millard County Courthouse in Fillmore in September of 1943. My mother borrowed a navy-blue suit from her sister. Their witnesses were a Nisei (second generation) couple they did not know, who had ridden on the bus from Topaz with them and were also going to the courthouse to get their marriage license. After my parents were married, they took the bus back to Topaz. They were 25 years old.
I will never tire of reading stories of how two people meet and fall in love, the circumstances and background, how their lives were brought together.
the stories are especially savored and remembered when those of our own parents. they become part of your own shared family history, but those stories form threads that bind us to all people.
so, thankyou for sharing with us, Ruth.
Thanks, Barbara. Knowing the outlines of my mom and dad’s story helped me to better understand the small part of it that I was privileged to share with them.
A beautiful story, Ruth. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks Sheila—great to hear from you!