When my dad met my mom, he had no doubt he would marry her. They met one Sunday in the mid-‘50s at a Methodist church on a tree-lined street in a small, picturesque town in southwest Ohio.
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When my dad met my mom, he had no doubt he would marry her. They met one Sunday in the mid-‘50s at a Methodist church on a tree-lined street in a small, picturesque town in southwest Ohio.