More Remembering

I remembered who my wedding attendants were but I was having trouble remembering my husband's groomsmen.  At lunch today, I asked him.  He remembered as I did.  His brother was his best man, Tom Johnson, a home town kid who was also a classmate at college, and then we drew a blank. Who was the third person?

Finally he went upstairs to his photo stash and got out our wedding pictures. There was one with all our wedding party together.  We both felt really sheepish as we saw the one we'd forgotten.  My brother!!!!  How could we both forget that?  I noted also that my cousin, Katherine Ann, was the flower girl.  I hadn't really forgotten that.  I just didn't remember to mention her when I mentioned the names of my attendants.

The pictures help to bring back memories.  It's good to have the pictures.  However, the best picture of the congregation was taken from the back and all you see is the back of everyone.  Forty-eight years later, I can identify very few of the people from the back of their heads.

More memories when I take my next break.

Posted by: NJ on 8/24/2004 11:41:15 AM , 2 comments

Submitted by Leslie at 8/24/2004 2:04:54 PM
    You're right: how *does* a bride spit delicately or daintily? : )
Submitted by NJ at 8/24/2004 2:30:44 PM
    I certainly didn't know how to do it. I was getting the rice out of my hair and ears and mouth after we got into the car. Throwing rice is a good custom to discontinue.
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