HERE), they spent fifty-nine years together and had seven children. My grandfather was a coal miner, but he did some farming, too. My grandfather died in 1978 at the age of 86, despite black lung and a few heart attacks. My grandmother died in 1990.
They argued all the time. 😊 My grandmother was the most lovable woman I ever met, but she could be feisty, too. When my grandfather kept insisting they did not need a new stove, she decided to go on strike and refused to cook. Eventually, my grandfather gave in and Grandma got a new stove.
They had plenty of trouble in their fifty-nine years of marriage, but they stuck together and worked things out. That's true love.
I remember my Grandparents 50th anniversary, it was a big wing ding. My Grandfather died in 1976, born in 1895.
My grandfather was born in 1892. I think he was made of iron. :-)
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