The golden year

I realize that the last few posts have been sad ones, centering on the loss of young Walter and Cyril and Walter's bout with typhoid fever. Thoughout these hardships and separations, May and Walter were unshakeable. Fast forward 45 years:

1965 came along . . . This was our “Golden Wedding” year, and May made the special preparations for the occasion. She was very good at making cakes. She made a three tier cake and iced it with sentimental greetings on it. There was quite a gathering in 23 Clifford Avenue that night, but there were no undue noisy behaviors, as I didn’t want my neighbours disturbed, as the walls were not properly insulated. We were both seventy five years of age, as I was two weeks the senior.

Isn't that so like Walter? Making sure not to disturb the neighbors during the party? He and May made a formidable team.