I’ve had several major life events that fell in November; some happy, some sad.
We did not plan a Fall wedding, we were going about arrangements for the Spring of 1974.
A promising job offer arrived, some 2000 miles from home.
We made the decision to move the wedding up, arriving there by December 1, his start date.
This was September.
With the help of family connections and cooperative friends, we pulled it off.
November 17. Catholic ceremony. Mass. Formal dinner with 150 guests in attendance.
One week before the day, a bitter rain and wind took down every remaining leaf, leaving us with stark, empty trees.
On the afternoon of the wedding, we had a cold rain that turned to ice.
They say that is a good omen for a lasting marriage.
Maybe they were right.
We celebrate 45 years together, 42 years married.
Colour My World. 1973