Mom and Dad’s 50th wedding anniversary was looming on the horizon and Mom was not looking forward to it. She just wanted it to sneak by without any fanfare.
My brother, Chip, and I thought differently. We decided to plot and plan a party to celebrate this remarkable feat. My sister-in-law, Margaret, and our sister, Diane, were on-board.
Chip, Margaret, and I went shopping at various stores to get ideas and if we found something we liked we would purchase it. Chip and I would split the cost. Diane said she would pitch in, but Chip and I knew that she wouldn’t, so we planned accordingly. We purchased paper plates, and napkins (that commemorated a 50th anniversary). Plastic cups and silverware, disposable aluminum roasting pans, graduating (big to small) cake pans, a nice topping for the cake, and fake flowers were purchased.
Our next shopping trip was to purchase the groceries for the party. With menu in hand and minds, we rounded up frozen Swedish meatballs, eggs, cake mixes, icing (both white), assorted fresh vegetables, chips, pretzels, nuts, mints, and the makings for punch. It took two or three stores to find everything we wanted at a reasonable cost.
Two days before the big day Margaret and I prepped the vegetables and made deviled eggs. The Swedish meatballs would be heated up on the day of the party and put in a chafing dish to keep them warm.
The day before the party Margaret cleaned their apartment, which is where the party was going to be held. Chip and I worked on the cake. Plus we discussed where we were in our plans. Several weeks earlier Chip had sent out invitations announcing the event. So everyone knew what day, time, and where to meet up. We had purchased a guest book to record who had decided to celebrate with us.
The cake took longer to bake, assemble, ice, and decorate than we expected. It was very late and we were getting giddy and laughing. The piece de resistance was this: the cake was slightly crooked.
The next day Mom informed us she wasn’t coming. She afforded no reason as to why not. Chip, running on little sleep, was not going to let her not attend. He stormed over to their house and “persuaded” Mom that she “was” going. Mom and Dad showed up just before friends and relatives showed up.
Mom and Dad were seated at the front door so that they could greet their guests. Diane sat in a chair next to them recording the guests names in the guest book and made a note of any gift that was presented. The turnout was good. The food was good and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.
At the end of the day we were glad that it was a success. Chip did a great job with the cake. He did most of the work. I just added the finishing touches. Mom even seemed to enjoy herself and Dad was happy.
The next day we cleaned up Chip’s apartment and discussed the previous night.
I was glad to have shared this milestone event with family and friends, because most of those friends and family are now gone. Chip and I are the only remaining offspring. Remaining family are grandchildren, cousins, and their children, that are still here.