My parents are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary in a couple of weeks. They got married as teenagers (17&19) and still behave like a pair of lovestruck kids. Mum and I have been organising a weekend of celebrations for a few months now.
Which reminded Dad’s eldest surviving brother that he’d better arrange something for his 60th - that went off beautifully last month.
So tell me your stories of goldens and diamonds and beyond.
My folks had their 50th nine years ago. It went off nicely. Lots of people came through the reception line. I made the cakes, as I’m a baker and decorator. They had my grand mother in attendance as well. I mean, how many people make it to their 50th, let alone have a parent there to celebrate with them?
Next year in July, God willing, my parents will celebrate their 60th anniversary. I’ve already nailed down the reception to be at their church, as it was before, and I figure on doing the cakes again.
And guess who is still with us? My grandmother! She will shortly, on December 17th, be 107 years old. Dad jokes that he can’t outlive his mother-in-law!
My parents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary in 2008. They took the extended family, including their own children and each of their siblings, on a Royal Caribbean cruise. It was blast! Right now I’m looking at a photo of me and my Dad on St. Thomas that’s posted above my monitor.
Not only are my parents still together and going strong after 53 years, but my father is still working full time at age 80.
Brilliant!
Dad really does love her! She’s the only person I know who everybody likes/loves. Nobody who so much dislikes her, she doesn’t have an enemy in the world.
At the very least, they’re all dead. 
Baker, what a wonderful, tough old lady!! I like this thread. 
My parents will celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary on January 1st. They are going to spend it in an upscale hotel in Berlin where they lived when they were still newlyweds. My mother hasn’t seen the city since it opened up, so she’s looking forward to seeing how much it has changed.
They are still good friends, active, and dedicated to each other and their kids and grandkids. My mother and I clash occasionally but they are very good, loving parents to us all and I’m so glad they are mine.
Me and my husband are only on year 18 so quite a way to go yet.
My parents are looking at their 65th this summer!
Cool, my parents went back to the church they were married in (for their 45th IIRC) and found a service in full swing - someone got their story and they were dragged up the front and made a fuss of.
ITD, wow.
My dad’s parents took the entire family to Disneyland for their 50th. I was seven at the time and did not enjoy traveling with two younger brothers (one of whom was less than six months old), nor did I really like crowds. It was fun, I guess, but not how I plan to celebrate my 50th if Mr. Flyby and I get there. My Mom’s parents were married in the same year as my Dad’s, and they had a large family reunion. I had similar sentiments about the traveling and lots of people. I was an introverted little kid who liked to stay home, thank you.
All four of my grandparents are over 90 years old and doing well, all things considered. My Mom’s parents are still living without assistance and doing their own cooking and laundry. I believe they’re on year 69 of marriage now. (What is the 70th anniversary? Cryptonite? Formaldehyde?) I come from a seriously long lived family.
My paternal grandparents made it to their 50th, and my Mom and dad made it to their 59th. mrAru and i hit our 20th last Feb and joke divorce never, murder, maybe… =)
My parents celebrated their 60th last year. It was a family gathering with all the children, spouses, and four of the five grandchildren.
My grandparents also celebrated 60 years. Big party that time, with all their friends.
You’ve posted this before, haven’t you? Except for a few minor details, I could have posted the same thing.
A couple of weeks ago I was going though some of my sister’s photos on facebook, and ran across one from that cruise titled “The beautiful women of my family.” Almost brought me to tears.
These are all very cool.
tdn, my dad always refers to my mum, me and my kid as his ‘beautiful girls’, like we’re a set he collected. I suppose that in his head, he did!.
I’m not sure who captioned that picture, but it was on my sister’s page. It may have been my BIL, but I think that any one of us would have made that assessment. The weird thing about that picture is that my then-GF is in it, and she looks so out of place.
My parents had their 50th a couple of years ago. The timing matched up with a large family reunion, for my dad’s side of the family. So we had 250 people hanging out in my parents’ yard, to help celebrate their 50th. Not exactly an intimate gathering, but it was fun.
My grandparents made it to, I not 100% sure, 72 or 73 years before grandma passed away.
Their 60th was a nice family get together in Las Vegas for a week.
Anything over 70 is gobsmackingly impressive in a thread of really impressive marriages.
My mother died about three weeks before my parents’ 10th anniversary.
When my husband and I were getting ready for our 10th, we decided to take a short trip and spend a couple of nights in a fancy hotel. It was not too far from where my mother’s brother and his wife lived, and my husband had never met them (or any of my other relatives, except my father’s brother-in-law, who died a couple of years after the wedding).
So we called and asked if we could come visit them for an afternoon. Turned out it was their 50th anniversary, and they were having a reception (at the Grange Hall – it’s pretty rural). They invited us, and it was so nice seeing them celebrate their golden anniversary. The best part for me was that they had invited a lady who had been their schoolteacher – she was at least 90, and she remembered my mother. She didn’t have a lot of specifics to tell me, but just hearing that her teacher remembered her as a good student and a nice girl about wiped me out.
We never even mentioned it was our 10th anniversary.
My uncle died the next year, and my aunt last Christmas Day.
'Scuse me, I have something in my eye…