It is time to go through the bazillion photos in my cedar chest and put names and dates on the back. Now that I know the grandkids are interested in such things. 
This was taken by my daughter right before my husband and I left to go to a black tie dinner. He was a member of a private club when we met. This men's club revolved around the mansion of a local lumber baron.
His fellow members at our table didn't treat me well because they didn't think I was a member of their social class. It was a wake-up call for my husband, who started looking at those people in a different light. 
It was worth it.
He quit the club.
Here, we are 35 years later, and he still isn't a member. I don't think he has worn his tux since then, either.
#ThrowBackThursday

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 @c92d4e92 I was born and raised in Mississippi, and I lived all over the south until the early 20teens. I only know Southern class distinctions, and I’m fascinated by other areas. Only if you’re comfortable, but I’d love to know - how were you two classed different? Were the lumber jobs the Good Jobs in your area, or the bad ones?