Roger was 27 years old, possessed of an engineering degree that he had never used. He had gone to work for his father in "the brokerage business" in 1927. Pretty soon they were both out of work. My grandfather retired and my father went on to do accounting for a series of employers, mostly relatively small businesses.
Martha was three years younger. She too had a college degree, in history. In better economic times, she might have become an academic. Her degree served her well when she held a job writing abstracts of esoteric literature for a local soap magnate.
The fashions of the time didn't flatter them in this newspaper picture announcing the event. Look at those shoes!
I didn't come along for another 15 years; I think they didn't believe in adding a child to the uncertain world of the Depression and then World War II. I was the only offspring.
Their loving marriage endured 58 years until Roger's death in 1991.
I'm scanning bushels of family photos these days. Occasionally I'll share here.