Yesterday was my 47th wedding anniversary--of course, I have been a widow for 18 years--but the day still comes to mind as a milestone.
It was Thanksgiving, and we had the rehearsal dinner at the home of the Powells--serving turkey and all the trimmings to the guests. Sam's mom and sister did the cooking. It was our way of saving money and a time for real celebration with the family.
Our wedding day dawned beautiful. The ceremony took place without a hitch. Rodney did a good job officiating, the singers sang our chosen selections well. The wedding reception was in the Nelson Parlor. Sam and I left in suits (his wedding suit, a charcoal gray which I still have in a closet and I in a pink, melon job) Contrastng it with weddings today, it seems alwfully old-fashioned, but we loved it. And we took off in our blue Chevy to Brownwood for our first night. Then on to San Antonio for the rest of the honeymoon--staying in places like Buck's Courts and Holiday Inn. Maybe that is why I enjoy the Marriot so much now!
Brandon asked me one time why my wedding pictures were in black and white--seems almost another era.
JFK was killed on our first anniversary--doesn't seem that long ago......