Rootwork
It has been, now, thirteen years since I married Herbert Maxwell Cooper. We married on a warm day in late March — a wonderful day without a single drop of rain. I still have one of our invitations, I believe: Herbert and Carolyn, March 31, 1939. Together forever. We took our honeymoon in Jacksonville, Florida, and then we returned to the house Herbert had purchased not a year before in Savannah. I remember mornings filled with sunshine and bacon frying on the stove; afternoons sipping iced tea on the porch with my friends, most of whom were also getting married at that time; dinners with...
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