Married in September (4)
(continued) Somehow Mother, an excellent seamstress, managed to fix that huge hole in the maid of honor dress. She tore apart the skirt, unruffled some ruffles, stretched the material a bit, and stitched it all back up. No one could notice. Today is the 64th anniversary of the day before the wedding. Les and I went to […]
Married in September (3)
(continued) Because my maid of honor had no more money than I did, I had borrowed a pale green bridesmaid's dress from another friend. (Les and I each had only one attendant, except for those two cute little candlelighters.) And today is the 64th anniversary of the day that my mother, while pressing said dress, burned a hole […]
The First Time I Saw You
I am really excited this morning. Today it is 65 years since my first "date" with Les. I had met him over six months earlier at a Thanksgiving dinner with friends. Les, recently discharged from the US Navy, home from WWII, was staying with them, looking for work. After dinner, Les–blue eyes sparkling, crisp white dress shirt open […]