KS - our wedding
1963-Looking back I can see God’s hand even in this decision of quitting a job, but I was not very happy at all about it back then. In fact, to me it was like stepping out into a very dark nothingness. My last letter from Lexington was dated May 27th, which would have been Monday night. It said I would be coming home on Thursday, May 30th. That trip was with all my belongings stuffed in the VW for the journey, that was one heavily loaded ‘bug’.
After getting home, Miss C and I had to go into panic mode to find an apartment in two days, which we finally did on Saturday – we had to sign a lease for a year at $75 a month as best as I remember. That was a lot back then, but it probably would have been 80 or 85 in Lexington, this according to some checking around up there.
The day finally arrived after much ‘blood, sweat and tears’ – don’t remember any blood, but there was some extensive sweating going on, as well as some tears of preparation frustration that were involved on the part of Miss C. Both of our extended families were in town for the big event and massive teasing was going on. The night before, I had gone to hide our car since it was a small one and might just wind up on top of somebody’s house. Certain ones kept contending that they knew where it was and they were going to “fix it up”.
On Sunday afternoon at 3pm, June 2, 1963, all our hopes, dreams and plans collided with reality in a ceremony that seemed to never conclude. Looking back, I remember this beautiful young lady coming down the aisle toward me in a flowing cloud of white; what had I done to deserve this awesome blessing? Knowing the lack of any great goodness in me, I had to consider this a gift from the grace of God.
I was told later that I was white as a sheet but I managed to not pass out. My older brother was the best man and he would have caught me if I had – I think. Back before the ceremony began, my pastor had advised me that when it came time for ‘the kiss’, that I should not just do a little ‘peck’ but really make it meaningful.
When all the sweating, weak knees, bumbling words and trembling hands were over, it came time to kiss my bride. Remembering the advice of my pastor, I planted one on her that didn’t end until the audience started snickering and she started resisting.
We were then introduced as Mr. and Mrs. and I escorted my lovely one back down the aisle. I knew already that this was the greatest thing in the physical world that had happened in my life thus far. I was totally blown away that this beloved person would choose to spend the rest of her life with me.
TBC - ec
After getting home, Miss C and I had to go into panic mode to find an apartment in two days, which we finally did on Saturday – we had to sign a lease for a year at $75 a month as best as I remember. That was a lot back then, but it probably would have been 80 or 85 in Lexington, this according to some checking around up there.
The day finally arrived after much ‘blood, sweat and tears’ – don’t remember any blood, but there was some extensive sweating going on, as well as some tears of preparation frustration that were involved on the part of Miss C. Both of our extended families were in town for the big event and massive teasing was going on. The night before, I had gone to hide our car since it was a small one and might just wind up on top of somebody’s house. Certain ones kept contending that they knew where it was and they were going to “fix it up”.
On Sunday afternoon at 3pm, June 2, 1963, all our hopes, dreams and plans collided with reality in a ceremony that seemed to never conclude. Looking back, I remember this beautiful young lady coming down the aisle toward me in a flowing cloud of white; what had I done to deserve this awesome blessing? Knowing the lack of any great goodness in me, I had to consider this a gift from the grace of God.
I was told later that I was white as a sheet but I managed to not pass out. My older brother was the best man and he would have caught me if I had – I think. Back before the ceremony began, my pastor had advised me that when it came time for ‘the kiss’, that I should not just do a little ‘peck’ but really make it meaningful.
When all the sweating, weak knees, bumbling words and trembling hands were over, it came time to kiss my bride. Remembering the advice of my pastor, I planted one on her that didn’t end until the audience started snickering and she started resisting.
We were then introduced as Mr. and Mrs. and I escorted my lovely one back down the aisle. I knew already that this was the greatest thing in the physical world that had happened in my life thus far. I was totally blown away that this beloved person would choose to spend the rest of her life with me.
TBC - ec
posted by mreddie | 11:50 AM
10 Comments:
I'm feeling a mixture of reverance and humor, just imagining both of you 'white', and the ceremony seeming to last forever. Just delightful.
ohhhhh I love it. God bless you both!!
bonita - The matching whitenesses hadn't occurred to me - thanks for the smile. :)
jayleigh - The pastor must have tied the marriage knot well - here we are more than 43 years later. And God has blessed us very much. ec
This is the post I've been watching and waiting for. Was the hiding of the car successful or is that a story for another day?
Congratulations on more than 43 happy years.
And thanks for the comment. I'm not a big fan of silly movies as a rule but I really liked When Harry Met Sally.
Forty three wonderful, happy years. Isn't marriage wonderful!!
God said, don't fool around, make it right!!!
This is another do it now love as your grandson knows so well.
Betty G
I'm curious about the car too.... :)
Congratulations on 43 years! God's gifts are always good and perfect as he designed them!
Hi Mr Eddie ~~ What a lovely memory
of that wonderful day. You have told it very well and many Congratulations
on over 43 years together to both you and your wife who is no longer Miss C.
I wish you both many more happy years
together to enjoy your family.
Thanks for comments, all going well today. Take care, Merle.
granny - About the car and the getaway will be my next KS post. I'm still smiling about how much Rochele enjoys some foods. :) Sounds like some of my grands.
boopchile - Even after 43 years, God is still helping us to perfect our love and it's better all the time - as we allow Him to do so.
yours truly - Thanks, every good and perfect gift comes from God. While neither of us is perfect, we get along according to His wisdom. As I mentioned to granny, about the car is coming.
merle - Thanks, the only way it could have been better was to not have been so nervous, but that was all a part of it. We are on our way to forever together - as God wills. ec
Aww, how lovely. What a good thing you didn't pass out, that wouldn't have been the best way to start married life!
sue - So true, I have seen videos of that happening but I was glad it wasn't to me because Mrs. C was nervous enough without that. ec
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