“My husband Harold and I will be married 21 years on December 21. He is 87 and I am 71. When we got married, I was 50 and he was 66. We are still young people and God has blessed us. I am happy working at 71 and I am subsidizing our income. Each day when I go home he has dinner ready and he cleans the house. People ask my secret, and I tell them I obeyed my parents and had a conservative life.

No one can top my husband, Mr. Brooks. We met in October and were married in December. I call him Mr. Brooks when I talk to other people, but when I talk to him, I call him Honey. My mother called my dad Honey. Mr. Brooks calls me Sweetheart. I try to keep him healthy. I want him around as long as possible. I have had a lot of ups and downs and was married twice before, but this is my first real marriage. This is what loving someone is supposed to feel like.”