Things I Remember About October 18, 1975

1. An early cup of coffee with my dad in the quiet kitchen.
2. My dog Terri running away.  I vowed to call off the wedding until he was home safe and sound. He obviously returned.
3. Going to the salon to get my hair done, à la Saturday Night Fever style.
4. Weighing 126 pounds. 
5. Dut and my cousin Pat, both so beautiful as maid of honor and bridesmaid.
6. The ride to church in the white limo, driven by Mr. S., old family friend.
7. Nervously walking down the aisle on the white carpet with dad, hanging tightly on his arm.
8. Seeing Joe waiting at the altar, a goofy, happy grin on his face.
9. Being unable to keep my left arm from nervously swinging back and forth during the ceremony.
10. Two priests celebrating our wedding mass, one from our parish and one a family friend of Joe’s.
11. Rice.  They still threw it then.
12. The reception.  Champagne, roast beef, peas and mashed potatoes, none of which I ate.  I was not very hungry that day.
13. Aunt Stella complaining that the music was too loud.
14. Joe picking up his sax to join his band for a number.
15. Carol, Joe’s sister, catching the bouquet.
16. George, my friend Nancy’s future husband (sadly both are gone now), catching the garter.
17. Leaving the reception in the pouring rain.   Rain on your wedding day is supposed to be good luck. Guess it was – 37 years worth.

Hard to believe that I was ever this young!

Dut and me.

With my dad.  Boy, do I miss him.
You can't tell in this picture but the color of the tux
was dark green.  He hated wearing it.
He referred to himself all that day as
a fat little grasshopper.

With mom.  She was younger than I am now.

Saint John Vianney Church.

The wedding party.

With my parents.

Check out that tux on the sax player.