In the fifties, photos were far and few between. I don’t have one picture of husband number one and me while a dating couple, yet my mind doesn’t forget. Funny how those memories hang around. Husband wore a suit to church every Sunday and even Wednesday nights. He wore “Kings Men” aftershave, which sent me swooning.
Later, after husband number four came along and I felt comfortable enough to tell him, I said, “You know I married you because you looked and smelled good.”
Sounds like a teenager’s reasoning, don’t you think?
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