Starting this early, because I will be too busy when the actual day comes around.
June 28, 1986: From left (second row: bridesmaid friend, partially hidden; front: John (groom), me (bride); second row, (co-matron of honor), sister of bride; front row, (co-matron of honor), sister of bride; second row, nephew; second row, first cousin of bride.
Also in attendance: (not shown here) 6 groomsmen; 3 bridesmaids, sisters of the groom, Mother of Bride, Stepmother of Bride, Mother and Father of the Groom, and toddler niece (sister of the nephew), and spouse of one of the co-matrons, other friends of the bride and groom. The other photos are safely tucked in an album in storage.
The bride and groom in front of the Gristmill, Sudbury, MA. Antebellum wedding gown. 102-degree fever and 102-degree temperature outside.
Bride, entering the Martha Mary Chapel, with bouquet of wildflowers.
I was 34.
Martha-Mary Chapel, one of six around the US, built in 1940 by Henry Ford, who'd owned the land in Sudbury, MA. These were designed to honor his mother and mother-in law. The first wedding was in 1941.
Civic weddings are very popular here. I called the chapel in November of 1985 to ask if they had any openings. June 28th, two cancellations. One at 10 a.m. and one at 1 p.m. I'll take the 1 p.m. We drove up that day in November, on Veteran's Day, in the rain, 5 years to the day after we had met at a party of a psychology friend of mine.
We loved this chapel and agreed to hold the wedding there.
Also on this property, once owned by Henry Ford, is the original one room school house, which had been moved from Sterling, Mass., and is reputed to be the schoolhouse in the "Mary Had a Little Lamb" story, which took place in Sterling, Mass.
The history of everything in New England, but particularly of this region, attracted us to having a lovely wedding here. It was a very lovely wedding. Six groomsmen, 4 bridesmaids and two co-matrons.
Bride and Groom read Shakespeare's sonnet 116: The Marriage of True Minds
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
One evening in May, John and I thought it would be nice to find something special to read.
We went into separate rooms to think about what that 'something special' might be.
About 10 minutes later, John came to me and said: "I've got it." "So do I." He began to read this sonnet. "Amazing," I said. "I picked the same one!"
We hadn't even decided to look specifically in Shakespeare, but it was a natural decision.
The Wayside Inn, the oldest continuously operating inn in the US.
Longfellow's book of poems, Tales of a Wayside Inn, published in 1863, was about this famous establishment, but the poems are most noted for the phrase:
"Listen my children and you shall hear, of the midnight ride of Paul Revere."
This famous scenic gristmill is still in operation. This scene has been painted thousands of times, once by an uncle of mine, and is the photo of my group, The Triple Name Club.
This gristmill has been on checkbooks and it was also a contender for the Massachusetts quarter.
Our outdoor photos were taken in front of the gristmill.
And, to commemorate Solstice tomorrow, is the Wedding March from Midsummer's Night's Dream, by Felix Mendelssohn.
(Yes, the organist played this).