Here’s the story behind this snapshot cut-and-pasted from my Facebook page.
Reiner’s son: woooooooooh…….. 60’s wedding…
Maggie Wilson: what gave it away? all the pointy things?
A friend: is that you the smallest of them all or r u the one the person fixing the veil
Maggie Wilson: I guess I should tag this! That’s me, the 9-year-old “junior bridesmaid”
Kathleen: Hard to believe the 2 on the left side are both gone, one to cancer and one to heart attack and the one on the far right is in hospital with a stroke, so keep well Maggie.
Maggie Wilson: you too, Kathy! And best wishes to your friend.
Another Friend: great pic!
Kathleen: She is my sister-in-law Bruce’s youngest sister 67 she was in Fla this yr when it happened, not expecting her to have a stoke, not over weight, doesn’t smoke or drink now back in Sarnia hospital where she lives, her left side is paralyzed but she is coming slowly takes time.
My dad, and the father-of-the bride, took this shot. That’s probably why I’m looking directly at the camera. He called for my attention. That or the camera hog in me was alive and well.
Kathleen is Dad’s daughter from his first marriage. She was about sixteen when I was born. She lived with the family for a very short while, but then stayed with Orton and Florence. This shot is taken outside of their farm home.
When she announced the wedding, I begged Kathy to choose me as flower girl. I clearly recall pouting at what I considered the second-best designation of junior bridesmaid. Man, I was a handful as a kid.
Mom made the bridesmaids’ dresses, but I’m not sure if she made the bride’s dress or not. I felt like a princess in that pink dress. It had a crinoline. LOVED crinolines! They made a terrific crunchy noise.
During the meal after the service, I sat at the extreme left-hand side of the head table. Not too long into the meal, someone started to tap their cutlery against a glass and soon the entire room followed suit. I had no idea what was going on and looked up from my roast chicken in mid-swallow.
People started calling out “Kiss! Kiss!” Kathy and Bruce stood from their seats and obliged the audience.
The bridesmaid next to me explained the tradition.
She went on to say that it will happen all through the meal.
She then said that the maid of honour and the best man will kiss next.
“That’s nice, I guess.”
Dinner resumed and I got caught up in the fun, clanging on my water-glass with as much gusto as anyone. But then I detected a pattern.
Sure enough, after the maid of honour and best man had their smooch, the next couple out from the center took a turn. And the next.
When my turn came, the groomsman walked over to my seat. I, on the other hand did not stand up, forcing him to lean in for a kiss. He missed. Not just an air-kiss, but a complete miss. I had vanished. I slid off my seat and parked myself under the table.
Much to everyone’s amusement.
Grace van Cutsem, 3-year old bridesmaid at the Royal Wedding April 29th, 2011
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