So we got married at the end of December in 1963. He worked one shift, I worked worked another. Both jobs were at different plants. The bed got changed once a week due to constant usage of different sleeping schedules.
We moved three times in 1964 due to rent cost and the desire of the husband wanting to be closer to his family for helping out with the farm work. It was fine with me as my mother-in-law could cook like no body else since my own mama had passed away and I didn't get to eat her biscuits anymore. Sad to remember how low my priorities lay back then, but there you have it.
We worked...