May 22, 2005. When morning came, it was dreary and very cool. I was glad I had the jacket but I wondered if it would be enough. I went downstairs to see what was going on. DD was nowhere to be seen. She had left to get her hair and makeup done. I didn’t have much hair so I wasn’t worried about me.
Those of us who were left were busy getting the last minute things finished up. The picnic lunches were to be packed in pails with checked gingham covering them. All the components were wedged into the car leaving room for the bride and groom. The rest of us were to take the subway that would get us nearest the entrance to the park and they would meet us there.
The rain was raining all around and we just knew disaster was waiting for us. Never mind. We’d forge ahead.
A friend was taking pictures of everyone and everything. He took this when I was unaware I was being recorded for posterity.
We were all equipped with umbrellas. I had my own but DD and merm had made sure there were enough to go around just in case.
The time came to leave. My little girl was getting married for the second time to the same person.
Arriving at the park, the drizzle had slacked off. It was still overcast and cool but it wasn’t raining any more. Our small group went to the car and got whatever we could carry. Others who had been invited pitched in and we were quite a procession with our blankets, buckets and coolers on wheels.
The guests spread the blankets on the damp ground and sat in a circle with the couple the focal point.
The view behind the couple was spectacular and it had almost a fairy tale quality. I was glad the other area had been taken. We had passed it and it wasn’t even close to being as nice.
Since they were already married, they could have anyone they chose do the ceremony. Their choice was one of their favorite professors from the college in California. After she finished, each of us took a turn either recalling an incident or giving some advice to the couple. There were sweet things said and some that made us laugh.
The “guest book” was a scroll on parchment.
After the ceremony was over, there were pictures to be taken. There was the bride and her mother.
And the bride—the sun came out just long enough to put her in the spotlight.
As soon as the most important pictures were taken, DD wrapped herself in a blanket.
We broke out the buckets and started feasting. The food was delicious and was served with sparkling non-alcoholic juices. I ate my share and then some.
There were multiple cakes and one special one for the bride and groom.
We’d started packing things up to leave when Mother Nature gave the signal that it was time to start raining again. It was uncanny that it had quit just long enough. Everything was stowed in record time and our parade of umbrellas started for the entrance.
Going back to the apartment, DD and merm had company. The two mothers sat in the back seat and were delivered in style.
That evening, the family and closest friends trooped to a restaurant where we were treated to a luscious dinner. That was my introduction to kalamata olives. We were in a private dining room so after the meal, we played games. “A good time was had by all.”
Back at the apartment, I climbed the stairs, crawled between the sheets and thanked the Lord I was off my aching feet. Tomorrow would be another day.