W is for Wedding

This week everyone seems to be gaga over the royal wedding of Prince William and Catherine (Kate) Middleton. So I am reminded of my two weddings and how different they were, as different as the men I married.

My first wedding was June 5, 1971, just one week after my fiancé and I had graduated from university. Neither of us had jobs but we were in love and wanted a big wedding. And a big wedding it was. I had my sister as maid of honor and six bridesmaids. Jim had his brother as best man and six groomsmen. It was a big wedding party. My mother, God be good to her, did the bulk of the work for the wedding since I was away at school. I bought my dress when I was home on Christmas vacation, right after I had become engaged. It was very modern. An A-line dress covered in lace with long sleeves and a high neckline. Dotted throughout the dress where tiny blue ribbons anchored with a pearl. My veil was a mantilla-type and was my train. I loved it because it was different with the blue ribbons and my bridesmaid dresses were also blue. They wore white “picture hats” which were very popular at that time.

As will always happen, something goes wrong at a wedding. We had several problems. Just before the day of the wedding, our septic tank backed up and we had to have it cleaned out. But since it was the weekend, no one would fix it and our house had no water for my family and most of my bridesmaid who were staying there. We had to shower at the neighbors” houses. That was interesting.

My in-laws, who were very religious, had the wedding mass printed up into booklets to give to the guests at the church. Unfortunately, we forgot and left them at my house and I refused to walk down the aisle until someone went back to get them and give them out to the guests. So the wedding started almost a half-hour late. Luckily we didn’t back into another wedding. My in-laws were pissed off about the snafu but things happen. I should have let them be in charge of the booklets but my mother was a control freak and wanted to take charge of everything involved with the wedding. That’s why the booklets were at our house.

My fiancé’s family was from out of town ands stayed at a hotel (the only one) in our town. They brought deli meats and cheeses with them to have for an after-rehearsal dinner party and an after-reception party. Most of their guests stayed in the same hotel so most of the hotel was filled with guests from Albany. My mother’s relatives from Virginia and Rhode Island were put up at my uncle’s house and also some stayed at a cheaper hotel in the small city next to us.

My parents secured the local golf course club house for my reception. It must have cost them more than they could really afford to pay, but they did it anyway to give me a nice wedding. We had a buffet dinner and a band and dancing. My father was so nervous about dancing with me because he hated to dance, but he did well. I had fun at my wedding and changed into a traveling suit to leave the reception and go on our honeymoon to the Pocono Mountains in Pennsylvania. It was an all-inclusive place where you had your own suite and had meals in a dining room. They had activities too. We stayed a week. I got so sunburned the first day there, I could barely move.

My second wedding was much different. We married on January 2, 1993 in the Bandera County Justice of the Peace’s office. My husband’s brother and wife and my 17-year-old daughter attended, no one else. I wore a royal blue dress that I had for a while. We ate lunch afterward at a little cafe in Bandera. I remember that my husband was angry with me for bringing up something an old boyfriend from 15 years ago had said, never mind that he brought up the subject of his ex-wives (I was number four). He claimed I ruined the whole day. I should have known that it wouldn’t work out. We didn’t go on a honeymoon until the following November when we went for a long weekend to Mustang Island in Texas.

So there are the stories of my weddings.

This post is part of a month-long series, A-Z, that I am participating in for the month of April.

About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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1 Response to W is for Wedding

  1. The Hook says:

    Thanks for letting me get to know you better.

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