It's not often one has an occasion to show a picture of their husband in his birthday suit. But today is a special day - a commemoration of Jerry's first appearance back on November 17, 1929. He was the best gift a young husband and wife could have received. The family lived in Los Angeles. Daddy was a pharmacist and mom, before her marriage, was a page at the Central Library in downtown LA. Everyone remembers that the Great Depression began in November of 1929, but there was no depression whatsoever in the Title household. Jerry had arrived!
Forty years passed, and Jerry aged well. Full beards came in style, and while I think it made men look a little older and more suave, Jerry managed to blend just the right amount of grey hair in with his own dark hair (grey hair possibly acquired from marrying a woman with four children!)to look like a man easing easily into middle-age.
So another 40 years pass. Here he is today at 80, relatively healthy, relatively active, and relatively sane, he says. He plays 18 holes of golf every Sunday with his son, patrols weekly in his job volunteering for the Sheriff's department as a "COP" (Citizen on Patrol), works on various committees helping sort out by-laws, and still finds time to work on the "Honey-do" list that is posted on the fridge. He's the keeper of the cat box, waterer of the sweet peas, clipper of the coupons and balancer of the checkbook. He's a good husband with a good disposition, an adoring grandpa, an active great-grandpa, a great friend and a genuinely nice man. Who could ask for more as a legacy!
Happy Birthday, Jer. And many, many more.
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