Yesterday would have been my 32nd wedding anniversary. I should probably be posting a wedding picture, but then I’d have to find one and scan it, and I’m just too tired to take that project on right now. This one that’s already in oldest son’s photo gallery will have to do.This was taken about 4 months after we got married, and it was at a wedding, just not our wedding. In this autumn wedding, I was a bridesmaid for my friend Jo-Ann. When we drove down to Pine City, Minnesota on Friday night, the trees were in full fall colour. Overnight on Saturday, the wind started to blow, and when we drove home on Sunday morning there was not a leaf left on any of the trees.
Those were the days when a Minnesota bride could choose a pattern and material and count on all her bridesmaids being able to whip out their own bridesmaid’s dress. You can’t see from this photo, but the fabric was a sheer voile type, and the dress was fully lined. I wore it for several more years whenever I needed something a little formal, so it wasn’t one of those bridesmaid’s dresses that never gets worn again.
At this point in our marriage, we’d already had the only knocked-down, dragged-out fight we ever had—the nasty one over whether Gerald Ford or Ronald Reagan should be the Republican nominee in 1976. Once we got that earth-shaking matter settled, resolving all the other issues that came up was a piece of cake in comparison.