Sometimes the best-laid plans blow up all over us! Elaborate arrangements for a Labor Day weekend wedding in Corpus Christi began ebbing away when Hurricane Harvey first hit the Texas shores. Shortage of gasoline became the final blow to the couple’s wedding dreams. On Thursday evening when Joy called to tell me they had decided to cancel plans for a Saturday wedding in Corpus, she asked if they could get married in the gazebo behind our newly purchased home. Well of course! No problem! Yikes! Crawling into bed that evening, I asked Chris, “Can we pull this off?” “Of course we can,” he assured me.
So, with the first floor of our new home totally torn up for remodeling, downstairs toilets pulled, running water turned off, and only one day to prepare, we put a wedding together. Chris worked extremely hard cleaning the pool and balancing the PH levels. Our daughter Kirsten once again came through with brilliance and stamina. Todd helped with the delivery of tables and chairs and with wise suggestions. David, Melissa, Lane and Dalton joined the effort. We cleaned, swept, and moved tables and chairs. Continue reading
Dedicated to our grandson Lane and Margie, his bride-to-be, in preparation for their August wedding.
Also, in honor of our own wedding anniversary July 14, 1990 when I married Chris, the love of my life.
Everything about this wedding in Mother Glover’s living room had to be timed perfectly. Guests clustered in anxious anticipation, the minister stood ready with Bible in hand, and the nervous bride clutched her bouquet while standing in the kitchen waiting for a signal. Her tall groom nervously paced back and forth in the shade of the front porch.
The time arrived. The bride’s nephew, Darrell fiddled to tune in KIUM on the household radio. Out of the static came the familiar “Here Comes the Bride” melody. The groom entered and moved ceremoniously to stand next to the minister. The dining room door opened and in strolled the smiling bride. She walked in perfect cadence to the radio music and stood patiently next to her groom until completion of the wedding march.
Following the ceremony, guests gathered around the dining room table to enjoy wedding cake, punch and assorted pastries. Before the guests left, the bride slipped into her new wine colored coat with the wide, dramatic collar. A new black fur felt hat with an outrageous feather completed the bride’s going away outfit. Only her niece, Peggy, who had accompanied the bride-to-be on her shopping spree at Popular Dry Goods in El Paso, knew the hat’s extravagant price – a whopping $30.00. After waiting seventy-eight years, Peggy decided she could finally share my mother’s secret wedding day indulgence with me.
To Lane and Margie — it’s worth every penny and more! Get the hat with the feather!