It was Autumn of 1965 and I was falling in love…I just didn’t realize it at the time.
I thought Bill and I were just very close friends – soulmates – who spent as much time together as possible, sharing our deepest thoughts and feelings.
Bill asked me to marry him sometime in early 1966…I said no the first time. I’m not sure why. Maybe I was still a little scared of the whole idea of marriage…I don’t know. I’m glad he asked the second time a few weeks later, when I promptly said yes.
We began planning a wedding for September 1966. We were both still in college and each working part-time. Needless to say, there was very little money; but we were young and in love, and that didn’t seem to be a problem. My mother made my beautiful wedding dress. I had an exquisite bouquet of yellow roses, and my bridesmaids each carried a long-stemmed yellow rose with greenery and ribbons. The church was packed with family and friends. It was a beautiful wedding…
Leaving the church after the reception…back when everyone still threw RICE at you!