Somewhere, in a lighted, heated, tent, my “baby” brother, Clark, got married to Theresa Gillick, a second marriage for them.
Theresa wore a lovely wedding dress and the best man, my nephew Tom, wore a traditional suit. For Tom, a suit is a mile marker. I joshed that I had to attend this wedding just to see Tom in a suit. He told me he wore a suit to Clark’s first wedding as best man, and that it might be the last time he wore a suit. Uncle Clark is younger than his nephew Tom.
Tom’s wife, Maryanna, claimed he didn’t wear a suit when they married. “I like it she said. I hope I can get him to wear it again.” (At his funeral he claims.)
My son, Ken became licensed to marry them. A first for him. By their own vows they pledged their fealty and wed. Writing your own vows has become traditional.
Theresa has the cutest little grandchildren. This little angel spread flower petals for them to tred upon. Later, she gathered them up, from her own sense of right, and put them back in the bag.
Having children in a wedding is always a joy as we look upon tears, smiles and questioning faces. Lucky Clark inherits a beautiful set of grandchildren as well. One of the good things about second marriages.
This little grandson I believe was the ring bearer. He was only interested in his toy unless someone convinced him to look up for that crucial moment. Got it!!
I like to tease Clark about being my baby brother but when he reminded me he was 60, I decided maybe I better knock it off. I doted on him when he was a kid and liked to play mother to him and my brother Mark, 13 months older. Of my five brothers, two are deceased.
I watched fascinated when the photographer stopped to arrange Theresa’s flowing veil and actually tied it up so she could walk properly. Gown’s can be shortened on the spot without a needle or thread. Traditional?
My daughter Virginia mentioned how easy it is for kids to get acquainted. Abbie, on the right, stepped out on the dance floor and made instant friends with the grandchildren she’d just met. Life is simple if you’re a kid.
My oldest brother, Bill, parodied some movie character: “Bring on the grub.” Soon enough, we were eating prime rib, chicken in a rich sauce, vegetables and a tossed green salad.
A non-traditional chocolate cheesecake.
The adults hit the dance floor after dinner and a few drinks.
You go girl!
Everyone danced with everyone. It mattered not if women danced with women, or children or dads and brothers. I have fond memories of my Uncle Veron and Uncle Norman teaching me to dance for my Uncle Roger’s wedding.
Some years back it was tradition to put cameras on the tables and guests took pictures of each other. Clark and Theresa engaged the services of a photo booth. Zany pictures, fun pictures or prim pictures, mixing people who didn’t know each other; instant results. Clark and Theresa and guests get a copy. Clark also hired a limousine service that drives anyone home, and a second driver follows with your personal car. Safety for anyone who may have had a drink too many. It was really fun. To see the rest of the pictures, click the link below: