They met in late spring of 1959, when my mom went out with some friends to see band playing in local bar. She was all of 23, working a factory job at Inland Container, having been born and raised near Eaton. He was 24, with a desk job at Frigidaire, having been born and raised in Franklin. It's hard to say what they had in common, because they are two completely different personalities. But six months later, in a small ceremony at the St. Mary's Catholic Church in Franklin, they got married.
Eight months later, I was born.