As I recall, on Saturday, February 19, 1977 Philadelphia was still under about a foot of snow and hadn't seen the sun in weeks. But for me everything was coming up daisies that day: The cake my mother had made and a friend of hers had decorated, ...The flowers that my sister Romaine had run out to the A&P and bought that morning then tied up with a ribbon into a bouquet,
...And the altar flowers ('way in the background) I was slightly ticked over the price of, wedding altar flowers being no less ridiculously expensive back then than they are now. I also recall being slightly ticked that, though I wanted a guitar wedding, which I had:
...Anyway, we were still required to pay the frumpy old church organist, who we didn't want and didn't have. But that was infinitesimally small stuff, forgotten by the actual day of the wedding. And I recall that on that day the sun came out for the first time in weeks. I considered it a good omen. And so, though it was only about 30 degrees outside, I got a bee in my bonnet and decided that because the sun was shining it would be wonderful if the wedding party walked the quarter mile from my parents' house to the church. Believe me, I'd never do or require another human being to do such a thing now. Our wedding party, Tom's friend Mike and my sister Romaine, were exceptionally good sports about it, though.
In any case, I guess none of us were any the worse for wear for our slog through the snow. Least of all Tom and me, here in our official wedding picture, taken in my parents' living room by our photographer, my sister-in-law Debbie's co-worker's nephew, who gave us a very good deal. Some us likewise decided to walk from my parents' house, where everyone was invited to chill between the wedding and the reception, to the reception, which was held in the basement of Pavio's Italian Restaurant, which was at the end of the block from my parent's house. By the time this photo was taken from in front of my parent's house Pavio's Restaurant had expanded to Pavio's Plaza. I always thought mine was the best wedding that had ever been: best ceremony, best reception hall, best food, best band (that was back when weddings still had bands), best time ever, ...Until I attended four more weddings that were somehow every bit as superlatively wonderful as my own was: I guess nothing colors your world like love.
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Mary Jane
2/19/2015 10:32:38 am
I remember your wedding so perfectly. Donald and I drove up together. I had never been to Philadelphia before nor had met your parents and family. Everyone made us feel right at home and I'll never forget the hospitality of your mom and dad. It was a wonderful experience.
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Patti
2/19/2015 11:47:37 am
Thanks Mary Jane! I'm glad you have a good memory of the day.
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Molina
2/20/2015 07:14:03 am
Happy anniversary to a lovely couple, many more happy years!
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Patti
2/21/2015 04:12:37 am
Thank you, Molina
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Karla
2/21/2015 01:22:00 am
Happy Anniversary, Patti and Tom! I've never thought of it bore, but it really must have been the days of daisies, for when we were married six month before you, our bridesmaids wore daisy-studded green gingham, and our cake was decorated with fresh flowers.
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Patti
2/21/2015 04:14:20 am
Oh, Karla, I can just see those daisy brides maids dresses! That was so of the time, wasn't it? I'd like to see your photos some time!
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Sharon
2/22/2015 10:45:59 am
Patti, Mike S visited me just recently and we went through all my old photos from our entire friendship and your wedding photos were among them. I so remember that day. It's truly great when friends' marriages turn out to be the forever-lasting kind. You and Tom have built a great life together. Congratulations on your anniversary!
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