My cousin’s wedding…
When I was in junior high I was in charge of music at my
cousin’s wedding. She was getting
married at my Grandparent’s house. They
had a long stairway that came down into the living room where the preacher was
waiting with her intended. My job was to
turn on the record player so she would have music for her entrance.
She and my sister were wearing the latest fashion of pillbox
hats and brocade dresses. They both
looked so pretty. I didn’t get a new
dress, but I was so impressed with my job that didn’t matter.
I think my grandparents were sitting on the black horsehair
sofa behind the oval coffee table.
Everyone looked so proud, this was the first grandchild’s wedding!
The ceremony and food are a blur – I mean, it was a few
years ago.
I do remember that instead of throwing rice at the young
married couple we had poppers. I was
standing out by the back door as they came out and I pulled the popper – a
little too close to my cousin’s face…she flinched. As the youngest cousin I was
always forgiven for my mistakes.
All smiles, she and her new husband jumped into their
corvette and started their lives together.
Since I was the youngest, I got to clean up all the
streamers from the poppers and went back inside to eat more cake.
What a great description of your memory, Patti! At first, I was waiting for something to go wrong, and I was reading in fear that you messed up your very important job! My fave part was that you didn't even care that you didn't get a new dress because you were so impressed with your very important job!
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part was you innocently pulling your popper too close to your cousins face. :) So sweet. You portrayed your child like perspective perfectly.
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