This photo is of my mom, sister and I. I was 16, my sister was 7 and my mom was 33! My sister and I were in my cousins wedding. My parents had just separated a few months earlier, so it was just "us girls" at the time. I hadn't told anyone about my parent's separation. Not even my best friend. Back in the 1970's there seemed to be a real stigma with divorce. I'm not sure why I felt like a failure, but I did. I really knew my parents should not remain together for us kids and I told my mom that time and time again. The real problem was that my parents married wayyyyyyy too young! My mom was 16, my dad 20.
So back to the photo/wedding. I was maid of honor and the best man took a shining to me at pre-wedding festivities and asked me on a date. My mom mentioned the "date" to my dad and he blew his stack saying I was way to young to date. Mind you it was a double date (any one remember those?). My mom reminded my dad that they had gotten married when she was my age. My dad's reply was "my point exactly". Seemed it was different since it was his daughter!