On my Dad’s side, it all began with John and Florence.  What a beautiful bride!  I remember when I rubbed Deep Heat on her arthritic shoulders, Gramma would tell me stories and think back on her wedding day.  We had the best conversations while I was rubbing her back.  She told me that her veil was ripped during her wedding day and she told me that she just grabbed the fabric and tied it in a knot.  You can see the evidence of that small ‘happening’ in the photo.  She also told me that she wore apple blossoms in her hair…so beautiful!  Now that I’ve read so much about this family,  I wish I could tell them both just how proud I am to be their grand daughter.

John Moors and Florence Elliott