Wistful Wednesday: Wedding Days 1994 and 1913

Our oldest daughter Trica shares a birthday with her Great Grandma A. She also shares a wedding day, June 18. Great Grandma ( Meady) died in 1990 at the age of 96, Trica was just 18 then, she had met her prospective husband in high school, but she did not date him until she was in College. They were married at St. Johns Lutheran Church in Park Rapids, Minnesota.

Trica and Dick 1994

Meady and Curt 1913

I will share what someone wrote in a Who's Who column that I found taped to one of Meadys Photographs. It is unsigned, so I have no idea who wrote it.

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Meady and Curt were schoolmates in the lower grades. Her family moved and she went to another school so didn't see him very often until later years when she saw him every Sunday. Being a little late one Sunday evening, he took a short cut to her home. Dear Molly was pacing down the road in high gear when a skunk walked out and took the right of way and Curt had to turn back. For several months he had to walk until the rains washed the buggy wheels clean of that everlasting odor. They were married June 18, 1913 at the Congregational Church in Park Rapids, Minnesota.

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I had nothing to do with choosing the wedding date, Trica was 22 years old by then. However Far Guys Mom was just thrilled that her oldest Granddaughter would be married on her parents wedding day. Two women born exactly 79 years apart..sharing the same date on the calender for their wedding day, 81 years apart:)

A Smile

I have been working on getting all of my photos loaded back into my computer. Finally they are there..where they belong..well not exactly how they were before..but getting there. Some of them make me smile. Today as March goes out like a Lion..a stormy, snowy Lion..I need a smile.

Spring 1994, Prom, my youngest daughter (East Side/Jen) is all dressed up, we are on the lawn at the school taking photographs. We are there just before the Grand March, my sister Julie, and my niece Toots (she has another name..but I have always called her Toots) and my nephew Jacob are there with us.

As I am snapping away with my camera, I feel a tug at my pants leg, a little voice is repeating "Auntie, Auntie" as the tugging continues. Toots who is not yet three years old, wants my attention. I bend lower, as she wrings her hands together like an old woman would, her head is bent down, her eyes looking at the ground, her little hands busy wringing....she has something to say. "Auntie could... Auntie could... could you take my picture with the princess?"

Of course I could..so here it is a memory captured. Toots will be going to her own Senior Prom this year..how time flies...:)