Parents

It is sometimes hard to think of one's parents as young, and then you find an old picture of the two of them sitting on the backsteps of my greatgrandparent's house in Greensburg, PA.  
My father is 22 and my mother is 18.  They are not married yet.  They had met the summer before while he was working at a lifeguard at the Ligonier Beach.  The wedding is still a couple of weeks away. Not more than children, it is the styles of the time that add a maturity, but my Dad is wearing a tee shirt and work shoes, and my Mom's dress is hanging off her skinny self.  I do not remember this dog, but my great aunt Mary had a fondness for obnoxious terriers that bit everyone.