This will be the year of our 54th wedding anniversary. Although not as long as some, that amount of time married to the same person is quite remarkable nowadays. Some people don’t even live that long.
I remember congratulating a co-worker on his 30th marriage anniversary while reminding him that Judy and I were married three days later in 1964. He glanced around and in a low voice said, “But Frank, considering the numerous divorces now, that almost makes us seem like freaks to some people doesn’t it?”
None of us were freaks, of course. Judy and I are proud of our record and expect it to grow. But, with the nationwide success rate of marriages now being somewhere less than 48 percent at the five year point and still dropping, it makes me wonder what has happened to the heretofore stalwart institution of American marriage.
A lot of my own generation has participated, too. After I attended my high school class’s 20th reunion, I remembered some of the spouse’s names. At our 30th I marched up to a couple of those classmates and proudly addressed their spouses by name.
Frank NeSmith, Columnist
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