My parents became Doug and Beverly Moore on January 21, 1946. They were incredibly young and courageous. At tender ages, they had to learn about life and marriage and raising children. It was not an easy job, but it was one they were committed to protect and build on. It’s amazing to me to think back on the challenges they faced. Few teenage girls today could cope with the things my mother took in stride and did her best to overcome. Sometimes there wasn’t enough money and so the day to day living caused my parents to be creative in the ways each dollar was spent. We ate a lot of macaroni as I recall because you could make a lot of dishes with it. As parents, they were tough and tender. As a little girl, I remember my dad coming home from work with his lunch pail which often held a treasure or two. Sometimes he’d have a whole Hershey bar in there which put a glow on the cheeks of four little girls. Mom often made our clothes for special occasions and she taught us how to bake when we were old enough to hold a spoon and mix things in a bowl. We made lots of family recipes and our kitchen was usually a toasty and warm place to be. I don’t recall a time when someone appeared at our door close to the dinner hour that they weren’t welcomed to the table, whatever it is we were having that evening.
One of my favorite things about my parents though is that they always were loyal to each other. They never said unkind things about each other in public and they always held hands and smiled and made the best out of any situation they faced. My dad seemed to always have an instinct about how to handle mom if she flared up and mom knew the right things to say when dad found any reason to doubt himself. They were in it to win it as we often say in business. They were in for the long haul and there was no thought about a short term crisis that could do anything except make them stronger as they faced the challenge it brought.
I will always envy the fact that they were able to maintain their connection, whatever life brought their way. They let love guide them and they never went to bed angry at each other. They knew you had to deal with things as they happened. I feel confident that God must be pretty proud of these two. They never made excuses and they never gave up. They just knew that they were together and they had each other. They celebrated their victories with laughter, and worked through their troubles as best they could. They were friends and nothing was going to change that. The best part is that they are still friends, still a couple who is genuinely in love, and I’m now aware that nobody knows either of them quite the way they know each other. They are a gift to their four daughters and to their grandchldren. They offer a legacy that none of us will compete with. My dad told me a story not long ago about how he would run across the river bridge to go see mom when they dated. “Run?” I said. “Oh, yes,” dad replied, “I ran across that bridge to see Bev.”
Congratulations, Mom and Dad! I’m so proud that I’ve been blessed with parents who not only love each other, but help me understand that I am loved as well. I thank God for you both every day and for the example you are to me and to the people around you. You beat the odds and made a teenage marriage work for a lifetime. May God continue to watch over you and keep you always in His loving embrace. You have my love forever.