We were married 55 years ago today.
We were married 49 years ago today. It was a 2 PM ceremony at the church with a reception afterwards in the church sociial hall… small sandwiches, cookies, mints and cake…oh and coffee and punch. We had a wedding dance the next night (Sunday) at Anglers Tavern in Osage. It was bitterly cold… –20 F.
We honeymooned for one night in Thief River Falls, Minnesota where it was even colder.
Today we will go out for a late lunch most likely with my parents and then have a quiet evening at home.
I still have the veil…the dress was made into a Baptismal Gown and Hey Mikey wore it.
Happy Anniversary to us!
It was cold…about –20F or –6C eh!
We were married in the afternoon and had a reception afterwards. We had cake, Christmas cookies, coffee, punch and some fancy sandwitches…they used to take a loaf of bread and swirl food coloring in it. Then it would be sliced lengthwise and the layers would be filled with cheese…ham salad etc…fancy….the reception took place in the church social hall.
This is a photo of the inside of the church taken from the balcony.
We had fun looking at the backs of the heads in this photo. Many who are now gone. My Maternal Grandmother and Far Guys Maternal Grandmother both wore hats as did our Mothers.
This is the entire wedding party. The gal( my Aunt that was younger than me) on the far left died last spring but the rest of the group are still alive and well.
48 years…it sounds like a long time…but it doesn’t seem that long ago. We know each other well and can finish each other sentences and often are thinking the same thing at the same time. We are still best friends and on good days we both have a wicked sense of humor.
We had planned to spend the day away to see a Grand…but we are supposed to get a bunch of snow and it may be a winter storm so we will spend the day at home. Warm and safe instead of in a snowstorm someplace.
Christmas Day in 1969. Far Guy and I had been married five days. We spent Christmas Eve with my family and Christmas Day with Far Guy’s family.
This is an old Polaroid photo taken by Far Guy’s Dad…he liked to take photographs.
In this photo we have Far Guy’s Mom, Far Guy’s sister Janice with Muggy, Far Guy and me. Looks like we had a bunch of snow that year…as I recall it was a very cold that Christmas. Note the flocked Christmas tree, Far Guy’s Mom wanted a white tree that year…something puzzling about this photo…the drapes to the East (behind the couch) were hardly ever open. The photographer must have need more light.
When we visited the old house last summer I took a photo from just about the same spot. I wonder where they will put the tree? It was always in its place in front of that window for years and years.
Well it is that time of year again. Wedding Anniversary time. We have managed to annoy, disagree and love each other through another year. I am a lucky woman to still have my best friend and soul mate to irritate everyday!
A long time ago..“We ate cake!”
At least we were civil and fed the cake to each other nicely. I watch some of those “Wedding Shows” with some of the wedding cake fiascos and the smearing of the cake on the face. It is not funny at all in my opinion. I think the younger generation has lost respect for this part of the wedding day.
Other than breathe a sigh of relief and greet all your guests..the first thing you do together as a married couple is cut the cake..a joint effort..holding the cake knife together. Then you feed each other part of the first slice..the symbolism being that you will provide for each other from now on. I think it is a wonderful tradition.
I have restored the photographs that were in our wedding album. They have faded over time..even if they were in an album. More wedding photos can be found here.
I still have the dress and veil. I would like to take the dress apart and have it made into a baptismal gown for my Great Grands ( someday far off in the future)..either that or donate it to a museum. I would like to do something useful with it.
What have you done with your old wedding dress? Is it like mine..wrapped in white tissue paper and stuck in a box? :)
“It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.”
Ah young love sometimes works out to be old comfortable love.
Communication is the cornerstone of a good relationship. Despite my husbands uncanny ability to know my many moods..he cannot read my mind. He is not Superman. We are much better communicators than we were 42 years ago. I try to use words like I instead of You.. “I feel tired.” versus “You should know I feel tired.” “ I am confused.. what can I help you do?” versus “You obviously are trying to do something that just won’t work.”
Old love and communication: The kind where you can finish each others sentences, the kind where you know when the other is thinking the exact same thing you are..you catch each others eye and smile..and later you compare notes and laugh. The kind where just holding hands is an expression of support encouragement and undying love. The kind that asks “What is on your agenda today and how can I help you?”
Annoyances: Oh there are many.. Today I will share a few things that irritate him..as I see it:
When I chew bubble gum and blow bubbles and pop them…although really good bubble gum is hard to find nowadays.
When I chew gum noisily with my mouth open..the snapping of gum nearly drives him nuts.
He hates my sleepwalking and talking and screaming. I cannot blame him..I don’t like it much either.
He dislikes sand on the floor..occasionally I will come in the house and grab something without taking off my shoes. For shame..for shame.
He gets grumpy when I shave my legs in the tub and forget to rinse it out.
It annoys him if I am right and he is wrong..sometimes the discussion can go on for days.
Sometimes I have time management problems..He likes to be on time..AIS ( That is A** in Seat) times are discussed and agreed upon, so no one is waiting..although sometimes I get to the car before he does..just to make a point..and then I announce the time especially if he is a minute or two late..yup it is all about communication.
So yes..we like to annoy each other sometimes:)
This is a photo of Far Guys Maternal Grandparents. This was taken in December of 1969. The year that Far Guy and I got married.
I am not quite sure why these two got married? Opposites must attract.
Curt was kind and gentle, small things delighted him..just visiting brought out the best in him..he loved to read..mainly westerns. He always sat in an old oak rocker. He was tall, he walked bent over..his hips and knees had seen better days and he walked with a cane. He died in 1973 four years after this photo was taken.
Meade was ornery. Of course we have to cut her a little slack, she almost died from Tuberculosis. She was in the sanitarium for many years. The TB destroyed her hearing, she was deaf and refused to learn to read lips or sign. Everyone used the “Magic Slate” to communicate with her. She would talk to herself..of course she could not hear herself..she often cussed under her breath, or so she thought. She did beautiful handiwork, embroidery and crocheting with fine thread and a very small hook..until she lost her eyesight. I have many of her works of art. She lived a good long time. She spent 17 years as a widow.
Curt liked a “nip” occasionally and kept a bottle hidden in the barn. All the Grand boys knew where it was hidden. If he went to town with Walt the next door neighbor, Meade would be sure to send Alaska Guy along..thinking that they wouldn’t stop at the liquor store for a drink if they had a child with them…she was wrong. Alaska Guy enjoyed a soda at the bar almost every trip to town…and he was sworn to secrecy.
For a wedding gift we got a full set of embroidered tea towels. I still have them in the same box with the same tissue paper covering them. The box was decorated in an odd way. I wish I had kept it. Tied to the bow was a large plastic spoon, tied to small holes on the outer edge of the spoon were many blue and pink bows that held about a dozen tiny babies..Meade wrote on the spoon..a little poem..about “spooning” and the result which would be lots of babies!
Our girls called her “the scary grandma”..because she couldn’t hear she spoke loudly and made lots of extra noises that she didn’t know she was making. Her voice was high pitched and squeaky. We took them to visit late on Sunday afternoons for years…when she became blind..often she would grab at people..searching for a friendly hand.
One day before Meade went totally blind. She looked at Far Guys Mom and then at Far Guys Dad and said “ You sure have been bringing that man with you for a long time.” :)
