Yesterday was my sister Helen's wedding anniversary. Most people at that time had weddings at home. Ray and I had a wedding at the church because he had so many relatives and we could not decide who we should invite. Helen had a best friend, Penny Baker, who she was the maiden of Honor for and when Helen got married she borrowed the wedding dress and the maid of honor dress for me. When you shopped for dresses there was not much to choose from and they were not very attractive. Penny's mother either knew a good dressmaker or did it herself for the dress and maid of honor dresses were great.
It was a warm day in March and we were outside after the wedding in front of my parents' house. Ray stepped on the skirt of my dress and ripped it off. That is not a nice feeling. I hope my underwear was attractive but I covered up fast. Four months later, in July, we changed dresses and the maid of honor dress was mended and I was the bride. I think we did not wear the same veil as I remember mine was different, sort of Romeo and Juliet like. I bet the dresses liked being in three weddings and not just stuck in a box. I know Penny moved to Nebraska and the dresses went with her so maybe they are in an attic there being treasured. I know we had our three daughters' dresses cleaned after their weddings by a special cleaner and I guess they are in their attics.
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