Mama and Daddy getting hitched. June of 1961. My mama was all of 16 years old. By the time she met my daddy in Homestead, FL she'd already lived in about ten different states. She was working in a tomato canning factory and he and his cousin were driving truck loads of tomatoes down from NC. My mama and her sister married my daddy and his cousin in Lincolnton, GA. Trust me, those two good ole boys fell ass-backwards into a whole heap of cuteness. Forty-eight years is a wicked long time ya'll. Daddy says they don't even keep folks on death row that long.