I remember Pete Senn when Mary Senn was Mary Stone and the world appeared simpler. Fresh from victory in World War II, we young and bright veterans possessed wisdom beyond our years--so we thought. Citizens first, veterans second, an economy planned to avoid depressions, a united world to avoid future wars. Where has that post-war wisdom disappeared? Why do today's problems lack ready answers? Are we wiser now, or just old and stodgy? Oh well, what a treat to be here 50 years later trying to provide answers and celebrating a wonderful anniversary of two wonderful people.

From Don Dreyfus

It was lunchtime - time to line up at the U of C commons. Pete had a trayful, as a man his size should. But the largest item was the best looking available dessert. That was also the first thing he would eat. Maybe that is the secret to his cheerful, upbeat demeanor.

From Lloyd and Eva Mendelson

The following story has been told over and over to me by Lydia Senn, second cousin to Peter. Peter and his siblings were left at Grandma Senn's house (3055 N. First Street in Milwaukee Wisconsin.) Grandma, Margerite, Lydia and Sophie were visiting and overheard all the children telling Peter what kind of candy they wanted. Peter left the yard, went through the alley to the BIG LITTLE STORE and purchased several bags of candy. It wasn't long before the proprietor called and asked grandma if it was all right to have given Peter all that candy. Grandma asked the proprietor what Peter paid for the candy with and he replied "the little gentleman said charge it please so I did. This was in 1934 when stores were family owned and really had to trust their customers. Of course Peter was admonished never to do that again. Our strict grandma allowed the candy to be eaten and made her son Paul pay the bill when he picked up the family.

In 1940, when the Senn family traveled out West to Oregon, they stopped to view the great Boulder Dam. Dad had just gone to the car to get his camera when Peter decided to give his sister Mim the scare of a lifetime. He picked her up and gingerly held her over the dam. Needless to say, when Dad came back and saw it he nearly had a heart attack.

From Faith Heise

My most vivid memory is of Mary. I have a very clear picture of Mary and me running around Indiana University campus in 1941, in the wake of our hero, Nelson Eddy. As he got in the car to be driven away, he put his hands on Mary's shoulders and kissed her cheeks.

Mary ran off as if she had been shot out of a cannon and she didn't wash her face for two weeks. This, of course, was before Peter appeared on the scene.

Congratulations, Mary and Peter, on having fifty lovely years together!

From Mary Lib Spackman