SPECIAL TIMES: A WEDDING

 


First, the bride must find the perfect wedding dress.

And she finds it!

Her sisters, who will also be her bridesmaids, make rice ball favors for reception guests.

At the church, the father of the bride is ready to walk his daughter down the aisle.

“I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.”

The newly married couple pose with their parents including the bride’s grandmother.

They pose with their attendants . . .

and hurry outside to greet their guests after which they are whisked away to their wedding reception . . .


where guests keep tapping their silverware against their champagne glasses forcing the bride and groom to kiss repeatedly. J

Meanwhile, hopeful mothers of the wedded couple link pinkies to wish for grandchildren.

Dinner finished, it’s time to cut the wedding cake.

And since it’s the bride’s father’s birthday, he gets a cake too.

Then it’s time to dance.

Of course the bride must toss her bouquet to hopeful single gals including the bride’s and groom’s sisters.  (The groom also tosses the bride's garter to the single fellas.)

And then it’s off to San Francisco for the rest of the evening.

The next day, however, they have to come back across the Bay to say goodbye to the bride’s . . . 

and groom’s families before packing the groom’s tiny car with whatever of the bride’s things will fit in it . . . 

and head 400 miles to the groom’s home in northern California.

(Subsequently, the bride got all of her things – either shipped by Greyhound Bus or when her parents eventually (like a week later) came to visit with their station wagon loaded to the brim) J

Twenty-four years later they renew their vows with several Windjammer shipmates (a sailing club they belonged to)

They are the second couple in from the left.

Recently they celebrated their 56th anniversary.  Special Times indeed! 

:->

La Nightingail






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