On Saturday, October 13, 1956, my parents tied the knot.
Wow! Sixty years ago today.
To mark the occasion of their sixtieth wedding anniversary, hubby and I presented them with a congratulatory certificate from the Prime Minister of Canada this past Thanksgiving Sunday.
Last week, while chatting with my mom on the phone, I asked if she’d share a memorable moment of her wedding.
Mom chuckled. “Do you really want to know?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know,” I said with pen poised.
My pen barely kept up with the memories that tumbled out. (I didn’t include them all. Grin)
Mom’s Memorable Moments – The Wedding Ceremony
Dad and I were married at the Finnish Lutheran Church in Timmins, Ontario. I believe the ceremony was at one or two in the afternoon.
One memorable moment that struck me was the mural at the front of the church. It was of Jesus, knocking at a door—much like he knocks at our heart’s door.
Wedding ceremonies sure have changed. The minister didn’t even ask the guests to sit down while he performed the ceremony. I felt especially bad for my father-in-law. He was not well. He had Silicosis.
It was an unusually hot, October Saturday. It was so hot that right after the ceremony our female guests had to go home to change out of their knit dresses (which were in vogue at the time) before returning to the reception at the Airport Hotel in South Porcupine.
Mom’s Memorable Moments – The Honeymoon
After our reception, we drove to New Liskeard, Ontario. My brother, Martti, was kind enough to lend us his new 1955 Pontiac. We didn’t have much money back then.
And the only clothing I owned that was suitable to pack for our honeymoon was a sleeveless, black and white dress with a matching, patterned bolero jacket, a skirt, sweater, bobby socks and saddle shoes.
My late, uncle Martti with my mom in 1954.
Later that night, after throwing open the door of our motel room, your dad and I laughed.
Our sleeping accommodations consisted of two twin beds.
The next morning, we headed to Niagara Falls (the honeymoon capital).
Our first stop, though, was Crystal Beach. Your dad wanted to visit his cousins. That second night, his cousins kept knocking on our motel window.
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Dad’s Memorable Moments
“Mom, please ask Dad to come to the phone. I want to hear all about his memorable moments.”
Dad wouldn’t come to the phone. He was far too busy unloading the dishwasher.
So Mom relayed my dad’s profound memorable moment.
He said, “I got married.”
I heard a muffled chuckle come through the phone.
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Well, on that note I’ll end with . . .
May God grant you many more memorable moments.
“The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.” Genesis 2:18 (NIV)
Sixty years of marriage is truly a memorable moment!
Until next time,
P.S. How long have your parents been married?