Five years ago on a writing call, my friend, Abby Norman, asked us to write about a memory using the words I do remember…/ I don’t remember… Since the 40th anniversary of my marriage was coming up I decided to write about our wedding weekend. I have edited and updated to share here for Tell a Memory Tuesday.
It was a warm, sunny day in Jacksonville, FL, on September 14, 1974. The wedding was set for 1:30 in the afternoon.
Because it was held in the house where I grew up, we didn’t have room to seat many people. So we invited family and closest friends for the ceremony, then invited others for a drop-in reception afterward.
I do remember my maid of honor came to spend the night on the eve of the wedding.
But I don’t remember what we had for dinner that night.
I do remember she liked to play tricks so I put my suitcase in Steve’s car ahead of time.
But I don’t remember what we did that evening except probably talk all night.
I do remember we held the wedding in my parents’ house.
But I don’t remember what kind of flowers we had for decorations.
I do remember seeing my aunt looking forlorn in the living room.
I motioned for her to come and gave her a hug. She said I looked so pretty.
But I don’t remember what she was wearing.
I do remember we used a recording of “God of Our Fathers”
including the trumpet introduction, for the recessional.
But I don’t remember what other music we used.
I do remember running to the getaway car while people threw rice.
But I don’t remember who all was there.
I do remember Steve’s brother driving the getaway car to take us to ours.
But I don’t remember the route we took.
I do remember two friends getting into a car to follow us.
But I don’t remember which two friends.
I do remember that Steve hid the car beside a footbridge over a highway not far away.
But I don’t remember the name of the street.
I do remember we stopped on the opposite side of the road to hop out, run across the footbridge
and get into our car. This made it almost impossible for anyone to follow us.
But I don’t remember actually getting into the car, though of course we did!
I do remember driving to Cypress Gardens, Florida, to start our honeymoon.
But I don’t remember the name of the motel.
I do remember a water main broke and the motel had no water that first night.
But I don’t remember what we ate in the restaurant there.
I do remember visiting Steve’s parents for a few days.
But I don’t remember where else we went.
There is, of course, so much more that went into making it a lovely wedding, but I hope this gives you a little taste of our big day.
And the man said:
This one, at last, is bone of my bone
and flesh of my flesh;
this one will be called “woman,”
for she was taken from man.
This is why a man leaves his father and mother and bonds with his wife, and they become one flesh.
What do you remember about your wedding day or a wedding you may have attended? I would love for you to share a memory in the comments.