My parents, sometime in the mid 60s.  Abadan, I think.

My mom is a fabulous woman - born in the Azerbijan area of Iran, she is tri lingual.  Her family moved from Tabriz to Tehran and later to the port city of Abadan, where my grandfather was the chief of customs for the Port of Abadan.  She went to nursing school in Abadan and for the next thirteen years, served as a nurse at the National Iranian Oil Company (NIOC) hospital. Her family lived nearby, but my mom lived it up (by Doris Day standards) with her fellow nurses .  She spent her free time hanging with her nurses' home friends, running out to get the latest "Seventeen" magazine, hitting the fabric store and then tailoring a new dress to wear that Thursday night to the cinema.  Adele, was quite the firebrand in her day -- she drove a vw bug, worked full time and lived a pretty amazing life.  In 1963, she took her first trip to Europe, when she came back, she decided it was time to get married.

That she did, to my father, who is incidentally, a pretty amazing person.

Soon after that, I was born and my parents moved to the United States.  My mom stopped working full time and took care of her kids while my father worked his tail off to get his US medical credentials.  She traded in her nurses cap for her volunteer  apron and taught foreign student wives how to cook, worked tirelessly for her service league and later for organizations building homes for street kids in Tehran. Most of her closest friends have all moved to the Bay Area and Southern California.  They still get together to whoop it up.

She's a go getter my mom.