I’ve been told that my grandfather had a rule – only one of his children could get married each year. This made for some interesting family dynamics in the late 1950s. You see, there were seven children in the family, my Mom being the youngest. The first wedding to take place was that of my Mom’s 2nd oldest brother. He married in 1952. After that, the weddings apparently stalled out until my Dad, at some point in 1957, announced to his future in-laws that 1958 was “the year” that he and my Mom would marry.
At first the other siblings weren’t sure if he was serious. My Dad was close friends with my Mom’s older brothers and if you were familiar with his sense of humor, you would understand why they thought he might be joking! Once my Uncle Larry, my Mom’s oldest brother, realized that my Dad was completely serious, he quickly proposed to his long time girl friend and they planned their wedding before the end of 1957. Thus my Uncle Larry and Aunt Lucille married December 29, 1957. And the story doesn’t end there – my Mom’s sister Jane claimed 1959, leaving 1960 for their brother Charles.
Credits: family wedding photo; scrapkit: Christmas Wish