The wedding anniversary sites I found have run out of names. Some say the 75th anniversary doesn’t have a name, one said it goes back to the Diamond Anniversary, same as your 60th. Emeralds and Sapphires are mentioned, as are White Roses.
So a big white rose and a shiny bright teflon-clad titanium medal with diamonds, emeralds and sapphires to Mother Mary today
On the 14th July 1951 the biggest huge-est massive-est humungous-est stroke of luck to befall him in all his life befell Pieter Gerhardus Swanepoel. By far. By a very long long way the biggest.
And he didn’t realise it; still doesn’t.
This morning Mary will wake thinking, ‘I wonder how Pieter is, I hope he’s alright.’ He’ll be thinking. ‘Wonder if I should go to breakfast?’
Happy 75th wedding anniversary, Mom n Dad.
~~oo0oo~~

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