My parents were married the day after Christmas in northern Kentucky, but with so many family members and friends in Florida, they had a second reception in Panama City a week later. After driving his family back and forth, my dad was exhausted and was passed out in the back seat of the car with my mom driving back through Alabama.
Back in those days all the highway speed limits in Alabama were 55 MPH. My mom was doing 72. An old Alabama cop pulls her over. With Newly Married written all over the back of the car and streamers still attached, the cop asked my mom how she was doing and if she was alone. My mom tells him that her husband is asleep in the back. Cop looks through the back window, taps on it, wakes my dad, and asks for his license. Cop then writes my dad a warning for speeding.
During my father’s side first winter in the United States, they were living in a second floor and attic of a rental house in Cincinnati. All six brothers had to sleep in the attic together where it was so cold that a glass of water left on the floor would be frozen by morning. The renter downstairs worked nights so he turned down the thermostat which left the whole house cold.
The brothers would lay two mattresses on the floor cover them in blankets (no box springs). They would draw straws to see who would sleep on the edge. The six of them would lay down (with the youngest uncles always getting to sleep in the middle) and would pull two other mattresses on top of them. to make a mattress sandwich.