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My wedding was the first "formal" wedding in my family. My older brother and older sister each married at Church with the Sunday congregation as guests. So, I decided to do the real thing. I had a tea-length bridal dress (which was the style in 1956). I had a matron of honor (my married, pregnant older sister), and my groom had his brother for his best man. My younger sister and my groom's niece were candlelighters. There were a pianist and a soloist, ushers, and even two ministers. Everything went off just as planned. Except that the wedding was in August, late in the day, in an East Texas country Church with no air-conditioning. The wedding was lovely but during the ceremony the candles did their thing. Each one, in turn, and there were 8 in each candelabra, melted over into a perfect u shape and made the "plop" sound as they hit the floor. My soon-to-be husband and I were, by that time, hysterical and tried not to laugh through the remaining part of the ceremony.
The photographer made sure
the situation remained in our minds and memories (he really couldn't
help it) because every picture that was made after the first one melted,
had at least one of the candles in it as it melted! |
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