Thursday, September 15, 2011

The marriage...

My parents ended up having two weddings. Things were complicated back in the 50s. My father's parents were Catholic via the Episcopalians, and my mother's family was incredibly Presbyterian (her father was a minister). Given no easy compromise, they opted for two ceremonies. On April 16, 1958, they got married at the Church of the Lady of the Rosary (now a landmark!) in New York City, with my father's parents in attendance. Then they spent a few days driving south and on April 19, 1958, they got married again at the First Presbyterian Church in Lawrenceburg, TN, with my grandfather officiating. Their honeymoon consisted of a meandering roadtrip back north again.

Here they are in New York City, fresh off the first ceremony. Isn't my father quite the sly hipster? And what awesome hats, on both of them!! (I wish people were still serious about hats, but that's an issue for another day...)


And here they are several days later, on their honeymoon, after being married in Tennessee (my mother gave my father a camera self-timer as a wedding gift -- how cute is that?).


I'm going to miss these kids.

I've been slow to post a vintage photo update lately, so in the most recent scanning I've been doing, they're already parents. About nine and half months after these photos were taken, my sister was born and a wonderful chaos began. I wouldn't come along for a few more years, and eventually our little nuclear family would top out at seven (five kids and those two romantics up there). But there has been something thrilling about working through these particular slide carousels while watching their courtship blossom into a marriage. And while I'm looking forward to seeing the family grow, I'm going to miss the energy and romance of their early years together.

Also, just a quick observation: at the time this (second) photo was taken, my mother had only been married a day or two. But am I the only one to notice that she's already kicked off her shoes? That makes me so happy -- but then again, I've never been one to keep my shoes on, either.  ;-)

5 comments:

annie said...

Lovely post - I always thought it worked out rather well that I was born in January and therefore had a different birth year than the one in which they got married. It's likely I was a "Honeymoon" baby and I think my mum was one too !
(When you get old enough to count the months between the wedding and your birth, you figure this out; my mum told me she did !!)
She and I also were called (by our husbands) our middle names, but since I was given her middle name, she gave up being called it after I was born. I, on the other hand, am still called my middle name by my husband. I didn't think about us both doing that for many years - it just happened !!

Joe Powell said...

quite swanky hats indeed - thanks for sharing!

alice said...

Thanks for stopping in, Joe!

I don't think I've heard him do that, Annie... The whole thing? Or a diminutive (Liz? Beth?)?

Keera Ann Fox said...

Something tells me more than her shoes have been off during those couple of days. ;-) My goodness, they were in love! You lucky gal. My parents did not get to enjoy that sort of togetherness, so neither did I. (But all is well in the end. :-) )

alice said...

They managed to keep that romance kindled despite five children, three successive houses, and over the course of a 48+ year marriage. A lot of couples feel empty when the kids have all left home. My parents never even blinked. They never minded the chaos of our family, but at the center of it all was always their love for each other, so in way, the empty house let them go back to the beginning...

Yeah, I was lucky. So were they.