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Recently I was reading some bizarre stories about weddings: a bride switching out the groom at the last minute; another bride demanding that a wedding cake priced at $900 should be reduced to $150; other couples charging the
But most people I know have sweet and memorable experiences related to their weddings. And with all the dismal news around us, I thought it would be uplifting to share our stories about an aspect or two of our weddings that made them special. (I also have to admit that I love the opportunity to learn more about Ricochetees and their life experiences. So, I’ll start the ball rolling. . .
There are two aspects of our wedding planning that made the occasion very special. One, my mother offered to make my wedding gown and veil. I can still remember, 50 years later, shopping for fabric with her, choosing a pattern and just the right trim for the bodice. It was so generous of her to do that, and I treasure the effort she put in. The other recollection (which I’ve shared here before) is that the rabbi (Reformed, of course) who married us wanted to meet with us. Imagine my delight when my husband-to-be hit it off with the rabbi, who had spent some years going to rabbinical school near Jerry’s home in Cincinnati and northern Kentucky. They shared funny memories about the people and the reputation of the gambling houses of that time.
There are many other stories I could share, but those two come to mind.
Would you share a story that relates to your wedding? It could be anything: vows planned, the venue, a funny event, a touching moment, your flowers or invitations—anything that represents that sacred and sweet day or its planning.
And if you are not married, feel free to share a story of a wedding in which you participated or that you attended.
The more, the merrier!
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We were commissioned at 8 AM, graduated from Syracuse U at 9 AM and were married at 6 PM one day in May 1982. Mrs Tex went off to pilot training in Mississippi and I went to North Dakota. 18 months later we finally were living together. A few summers ago we were at her 40th reunion and met up with her family priest who had married us.
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What a handsome couple! Sounds like a whirlwind wedding of sorts! Congratulations.
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I wore my mother’s wedding dress. The dress had been made by my grandmother who was a beautiful seamstress. My mother’s sister wore the gown at her wedding and when my younger sister got married, she wore the dress as well. My youngest sister wanted to wear it for her wedding, but unfortunately, she is a tall gal (5’11”) and it just didn’t work. All five of us wore my grandmother’s antique lavaliere with a tiny, brilliant diamond.
My husband’s three best friends from university flew over from England for the wedding. Of course his parents came over for about a week before as well.
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What a fun topic!
And a fun day. After the church ceremony, pics on the alter were taken as our guests were milling around in the front of the church. JY and I finally approached our limo to head to the reception; our driver made a big show out of opening the door for us, only to find he'd locked his keys in the limo.
He panicked; he was desperately looking for the priest or someone who would let him call dispatch to bring some keys over. (1986-no cell phones). My brother went into the bride's dressing room and found a coat hanger. The driver kept telling him: don't bother. These limos are impossible to break into. I'm from Inglewood, and even I can't do it. (@SusanQuinn, you'll get that geography reference)
So while the driver went into the rectory to make the call, my brother, in front of 200 friends and relatives, successfully showed off his misspent youth and used the coat hanger to get the door open in about two minutes flat.
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I always tell the following to brides who are fussing over every little detail: I didn't even notice we'd gotten the wrong wedding cake until we got the pictures.
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This is a picture of my dad and I right before he walked me up the aisle. This would have been the moment he offered to let me bolt; an offer he made to all three of his daughters at the last minute.
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I love the tradition of passing down gowns and mementos. What a beautiful couple you are!
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