One of the big differences between when I was a young adult and today, seems to be that many of us married young. I don’t mean this is a commendable thing, nor am I being judgemental of today’s delayed marriages or civil partnerships….simply making a social observation. We were among the early batch of our friends and family to marry: two cousins beat us to the altar, and one set of our uni friends. Now I look at our photos and think “Good heavens, we were young!” Of course like every young adult that ever walked we thought we were terribly mature <smile>.
Our plans had changed and we were to head off to Alotau in Papua New Guinea about ten days after our wedding rather than remaining in Brisbane. You might imagine that everything was in a bit of flurry. I remember one of the seminarians at Pellegrini’s asking me how the wedding arrangements were going….I’m sure he thought either a crocodile or Doberman had got loose in the bookshop.
With so much to organise and Mr Cassmob flying in just days before the wedding I was just a tiny bit frazzled so it was great that my cousin took a Super 8 movie of some of the day’s events (but not in the church, heaven forbid!) Much of our day remains a series of snapshots.
- Convincing the priest we could have folk hymns rather than the “old faithfuls”, and all that in the middle of Lent when no one was supposed to marry, and there was supposed to be no music –quite an achievement in retrospect.
- The cringe-factor compulsory pre-marriage classes with the priest.
- Rejecting the traditional hymn to Mary as my entrance hymn.
- Making my mother-in-law-to-be cry (not easy!) as I walked down the aisle to Mozart’s 21st.
- The priest’s injunction to the groomsman to ignore the best man if he fainted and just get the ring.
- The priest’s instructions to us not to look sideways at each other (he meant well but, I ask you, how silly was that! Even sillier that we tried to comply!)
- The gap in my friends, and bridesmaids, because one of my best friends was away.
- My friend, a seminarian who was assisting at the ceremony, making a joke afterwards about how I finally matched my parents’ house’s colour scheme (a standing stir)
- Mr Cassmob fiddling with his ring as we came out of the church.
- The crazy speed race by the limo driver to the reception because he had another booking: No chance of any sort of romantic moment as we lurched from side to side while he slalomed around corners.
- Hiding Dad’s 1st car from our uni friends so no one would make a mess of it as our getaway car.
- Our reception in one of the university’s function rooms, appropriately so much part of our story.
- Mum’s floral decorations on the tables.
- Our decluttered wedding cake after I removed lots of the icing decor – I was having a “simple” phase. Mum had made the fruit cake to her recipe but we’d had it iced professionally.
- My wedding dress made by my mother as well as my “going away” dress. Do they do those any more?
- Driving through a monster storm to get to our first night’s honeymoon accommodation.
- Being recognised while on honeymoon as our photo had been in the paper, and I guess we looked exactly what we were, honeymooners.
- Trying our first Mexican meal at a place near Palm Beach on the Gold Coast.
Do you remember your wedding day or did it pass in a blur? I’m not sure I’d go through a “bells and whistles” wedding any more, but then maybe that’s because I’ve already had the traditional wedding. At any rate it’s had a pretty good rate of return on everyone’s investment <smile>.
This post is part of the February Photo Collage Festival and the Family History Writing Challenge.
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We didn’t have any ceremony and at the time I didn’t regret it. I think it would be nice to have had something to mark the event. I agree totally with wishing we over here were still as thin as we were when we first started out! I notice you are looking sideways at him in your going away dress 🙂
The ceremony really is about marking the event, the relationship is what takes you through the years -as you know very well from your life I’m sure. It was because I couldn’t take my eyes off him Kristin 🙂 He was/is soooo handsome 🙂
At 26, I was considered “over the hill” when I got married in 1978. Today I would be considered “too young” to know better!
I know what you mean, times have changed! I’m not sure we did know better, we just thought we did 🙂
Isn’t that lovely ..and what a beautiful bride you were – I am sure Mr Cassmob felt like teh cat who got the cream! Do you still have your mother’ beautiful creation? Married in Lent? Are you sure you are 100% legit? !!!
You really cracked me up with this one Angela…sad to say, yes I was 100% fair dinkum. No I don’t know where my gown is, perhaps at Mum’s somewhere, or perhaps not.
Fair question, Angela… should we take her word for it?
I think we might look for evidence Chris – think of family researchers in centuries to come looking back for the Cassmob vital records .They may well cast aspersions on certain documents in the knowledge that delights such as sweets and weddings were not allowed in Lent. What do you suggest -sight of a Bishop dispensation perhaps ?
You two are sooooo cheeky!!
I say again….you two are super-cheeky!
It is a beautiful gown and you made a very handsome couple… lovely memories.
Thanks Chris 🙂
A lovely collection of memories and ti brought back to me what I had almost forgotten about my own wedding. It poured down ( July) and we have no ousdoor photographs – I had a dream the week before that I had turned up at the church in my finery to find it all closed up and there was some mix up over the date – the evening before on the way to a wedding rehearsal at the church, the car had a blow out and Neil turned up late with his cream Aran sweater covered in oil from changing the tyre. That’s just a start! Thank you for the prompt because I can see a blog posting out of this.
It’s strange how we have those “disaster” dreams before a big event isn’t it, but you had your share of “disaster” events… I’m really looking forward to the blog post you’ll write.