By Eilene Lyon
Back before digital cameras, my dad wielded a 35-mm camera loaded with Kodachrome slide film. Several years ago, I scanned many of his slides (a few, such as this one, taken by another person).
The quality isn’t as good as I would hope (though this one was poor to begin with – blurry and underexposed). Perhaps I’ll get them professionally scanned sometime later.
After using some of these images in my post about my brother Steve, I thought it might be fun to regularly share these old family photos. They were taken from 1957 to 1982.
This image is my parents wedding: August 18, 1957 in Corvallis, Oregon. Flanking them are my grandparents: Smiths on the left, Halses on the right. I never met Grandpa Halse, as he died in 1961, the year I was born.
Mom and Dad met at Oregon State University and shared a love of musical theater. Here they are in a production of The Pirates of Penzance in 1956.
My parents stayed together for 25 years before they divorced. Each moved to a different coast – Mom went west, Dad went east – where they still live today.
Contemplating marriage makes me wonder why we do it. Are we really meant to spend a lifetime with one particular person? Divorce seems so commonplace that I wonder if humans need to come up with a better arrangement. What do you think?