Restless Jo and Tilly at The Laughing Housewife talked about wedding photos – in fact it’s Tilly (and Hub’s) wedding anniversary today, so it’s a good thing she did. Some readers were a little leery of posting, concerned about privacy. I, on the other hand have no worries on that score. We’re unrecognisable: firstly, because the one photograph of that unbelievably happy day is badly degraded and exceptionally small, and secondly because it was so long ago!
I was a stubborn girl, determined that my memory would, could, provide instant feedback of all of life’s milestones. Worse, I really believed I would remember everything I experienced. For several blissful years I travelled the world, met and married this terrific guy, settled in a new country … all without a camera. The only record I have of those years are prints given by friends.
But I do remember the 29th July, 1975. It was a beautiful summer’s afternoon. I left work early and dashed home with friends to change – a floor-sweeping calico sun dress and glorious Panama hat borrowed from a friend, sandals, and my bright blue beads. I carried a small bunch of cornflowers. We girls piled into Tom’s shiny red Thunderbird (quite forgetting there wasn’t much floor left for the back seats), and Craig played the guitar as I walked by myself down the aisle; R waiting nervously for me down by the altar. Everyone crammed into the Rector’s office for the signing, before we spilled out onto the pavement, crushing rose petals as we organised ourselves into cars back to the house for a barbecue. R’s parents wouldn’t come – it was an Anglican church, you see – and Ma and Papa were on the other side of the world. I thought if one set of parents weren’t there, perhaps it would be better to have none (mistake! I think Ma only forgave me on her death-bed.).
Before the week was out we found the Marriage Certificate, crumpled from the washing machine, in R’s jeans’ pocket; within two we were on our way to Paris, and then Amsterdam, at the beginning of our first shared adventure. What a way to start a marriage!
We had twenty wonderful years together, and great friendship since.