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*Eve, Homemaker, Fantastic Seamstress, and Hat Maker & David, Garment District Worker*

My grandparents met in 1939, at a Communist Party meeting in New York City. My grandma, Eve, was the secretary for this party chapter. My grandpa, David, usually attended a different meeting, but he had come especially to this meeting to make a speech. Later on, when retelling this story, he always told my mother that as soon as he saw Eve, he knew that she was the one for him.

David was one of eight children, and he had dropped out of school after eighth grade to go to work because his family needed the money. Nonetheless, he continued to study on his own, favoring history and politics.

When Eve and David met on that night, Eve had been sitting down, taking notes during the meeting. They never stood next to each other until he picked her up for their first date—only to realize that she was taller than him (apparently a cultural no-no in her family). Needless to say, it was the last time she wore high heels around him.

David proposed to Eve at The World’s Fair site in Queens, NY in 1940. He couldn’t afford a “real” engagement ring, so he proposed to her with a souvenir ring from The World’s Fair. Continue reading 1941 Vintage Wedding: Eve & David

Planning: Journeys

It’s hard to imagine planning a transatlantic wedding reception without flights, but that’s just what my grandmother did, seventy-odd years ago. Alicia turned one hundred in November, and she won’t be making the trip from England to our New York reception in June. But although she can’t participate, her earlier experiences give a welcome perspective to the event we’re planning today.

My husband would tell you that I suffer from anxiety dreams about airports. Not flying, but airports themselves—I’m en route to one, but without a ticket, or I’m there and I can’t find my gate. So when it comes to international RSVPs, I barely have time to be thrilled someone’s coming before blurting out, “Have you booked your flight yet? (Did you get the aisle seat?)” I worry about everything from what it will cost them and how grueling it will be to fly in just for the weekend, to whether they will remember their passports.

What makes this ridiculous, of course, is how easy it is to travel between New York and London these days. Alicia, who did my journey in reverse, moving from the U.S. to the U.K. to marry a Brit in 1938, had a much more demanding itinerary. She took the bus from Upper Michigan to New York, then boarded a boat for a ten-day winter crossing to the eastern port town of Tilbury. She had met my grandfather in Paris when, after working multiple jobs through the Depression to fund travel to Europe, she ended up sitting next to him in French class. They corresponded and he visited her afterwards in the States, but she had never been to England before she made that crossing alone, carrying her hope chest, to be married.

Here’s the comforting thing, though: She was frantic too. “Eventually we got to England,” Alicia told me when I was growing up. “I was just terrified. I sat still and didn’t move. I couldn’t face the thought that he might not be there.” Meanwhile, my grandfather John was watching all the other passengers disembark. One of the deck hands finally found her and let her know her fiancé was on the dock, pacing up and down in desperation. It was time for her to go and meet him.   Continue reading Madeline: Crossing Oceans

Today’s vintage wedding (vintage weddings, by the way, are among my favorite things) is from the parents of Elissa of Elissa R. Photo in Austin, TX (APW Sponsor). The fact that Elissa is the spitting image of, well, both of her parents, only makes this a happier read for me. Dan and Reiko’s wedding has all the hallmarks of current international weddings (some things change, other things never do), with multiple ceremonies stretched out over time. But it also speaks of a time when doing it simply was a little easier, and it points to what’s really important—the marriage.vintage buddhist wedding

Reiko and I met in suburban Minneapolis in the Fall of 1971, about two months after she arrived in the United States from her native Japan as a Rotary Exchange Student. During this time, we met regularly and experienced High School together. We couldn’t call it dating because she was on an exchange program and the sponsor forbade it, but together we shivered through ski-jump meets, downhill skiing, and other outdoor winter activities.

I made my first trip to Japan in 1973. At 19-years-old, looking over the waters of Lake Chuzenjitoward Nantai-yama, we talked about our future together. To my proposal, she did not say yes. But most importantly, she did not say no. For seven years, we courted. I made several trips to Japan; Reiko made several trips here. We exchanged a few dozen letters (it took almost a week for even an airmail letter to arrive). In the end, both Reiko and her family agreed that we could marry, so she bought a one-way ticket on Pan Am’s nonstop flight from Tokyo to New York where I was living and working at the time.

vintage buddhist wedding

I met Reiko at JFK Customs and we drove into the city to my very tiny apartment in a huge sky-scraper across the street from a large hospital. Neither of us was hungry. She was jet lagged; I was tired. We had a simple but meaningful talk over a cup of very bad instant coffee. We now celebrate that date (it is engraved in our rings) as the day we began our lives together and forever.

Some weeks after our commitment to each other, we asked my mother’s uncle to meet us at the New York County (Manhattan) Marriage Bureau where we were legally married by a judge. A passer-by in one of the corridors outside the Judge’s office used my 6×6 camera to make a photo record of us as we looked that day since photos weren’t allowed in Chamber. With the time-clocked and signed marriage license safely stored in an envelope, my great-uncle took the train home to New Jersey and we took a subway up-town. Continue reading 1980 Vintage Wedding: Dan & Reiko

Today’s vintage wedding is one of my favorite’s ever. Maybe it’s because it’s written by Jenn of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Dress (she got married, you guys! Dday sent me a picture of the two of them together in their shared wedding dress, and I got all weepy, so expect more soon), and Jenn’s mom looks just like her. But I suspect it’s because, even though this wedding is from when I was just one-year-old, Elizabeth makes me feel like we’re best friends. Husbands who look up important dates incorrectly? Check. Hilarious wedding photographer stories? Love them. And weddings that are the start of something great? Bring it on…

We were married on a Sunday—originally because we couldn’t find a venue we liked on a Saturday on the weekend we wanted to get married even though we were booking a year ahead of the wedding. In the end that turned out to be very fortuitous; our university graduation was the day before, not the weekend before. I had left my husband in charge of checking the date and in the pre-internet days his research hadn’t been very thorough. (Yes, I’ve forgiven him but I haven’t forgotten.) So we spent the day before our wedding frantically picking up flowers, delivering the cake and table arrangements to the venue then driving through the pouring rain an hour away to get to our graduation in time to pick up the rented gowns and hoods.

All my stress was gone the next day, along with the rain, although it must have been absolute chaos at my house. Both my grandmothers had come from Britain for the combined graduation and wedding celebrations, my sister and I were back home from university, and my other sister and brother were still living at home. My sister had a date who also stayed with us. There are pictures of him running around cutting the lawn the morning of the wedding just in case we wanted to take pictures outside. In truth, I’m sure he was killing time until it was his turn to get into one of the three washrooms in the house.

The photographer came to the house and took pictures of me and the family including the classic over the shoulder photo of me in front of a mirror. After the honeymoon when we first saw the proofs we were very amused to see two bottles of lotion on the dresser in front of the mirror.  More about them later.

My dress was made by the wife of a colleague of my father’s, as my something new. I borrowed a marquisate necklace from my mother—my something old and borrowed, and there was blue ribbon in my bouquet to match my sister’s dresses to complete the couplet requirements. Continue reading 1981 Vintage Wedding: Dave & Elizabeth

Today’s Vintage Wedding is a brilliant must-read for about a million reasons. But what I like best is it simultaneously reassures you that simple weddings are very traditional, while reminding you that the wealth of options we have now (Keep your name! Get married in a park with a reception in a BBQ joint!) are not to be taken for granted. All that, and it’s just super smart, so read on. (And then go interview your parents and submit their Vintage Wedding.)

Vintage Canadian Wedding
My parents were married in Toronto, Ontario, on August 21, 1971.  My mom, Amy, was 21 and my dad, Fred, was 23.  My mom says, “I think the average age for getting married was younger then, but we were pretty young even so—we were both still in school.  In 1971, and in our families, we couldn’t live together unless we were married.  We badly wanted to live together, so we got married!  We had a little car (a Datsun sedan we called Daisy), some used furniture, an apartment that cost $125/month, about $1000 in the bank, and lots of high hopes!”

My mom made her own wedding dress, and for reasons that she says “have disappeared in the fogs of time” decided that every inch of her skin should be covered—long sleeves, high neck and even a bonnet in August—but she loved doing it.  She says “I remember spending many hours that summer in my parents’ basement, sewing and dreaming about our wedding and married life!”  Typical of my mom, the dress pattern doubled as her major project in her Advanced Flat Pattern course at University (her major was Clothing, Textiles and Design).

Vintage Canadian Wedding
The wedding was very small—only about 20 people.  This decision didn’t come without a fight—apparently family arguments over guest lists are nothing new.  “The wedding itself was lovely (except that the front of the church was under construction).  But the hours and minutes before the wedding were tense.  Until they showed up at the church, it wasn’t certain whether Fred’s family was going to attend.  They were upset because we had foolishly told them they could invite only six people to the wedding. Since there are literally hundreds in their extended family, this was not a popular decision!”

My dad says, “By the time I was ready to go to the church—with the best man [his brother, who hadn’t yet shown up] or a substitute—I was so stressed I just wanted it to be over.  I was resigned to the fact that my family might not be there, but I wasn’t going to miss this day for anything.”

Vintage Canadian Wedding

It was important to my mom that the wedding be small—she was terrified of being the centre of attention of such a large crowd, and there were financial considerations as well.  Funnily enough, 40 years later she’s an Anglican Reverend who specializes in officiating weddings and other celebrations, so it’s her job to speak in front of those crowds! Luckily my dad’s family turned up (all 6 of his siblings and his parents), and in retrospect, she says, “I didn’t handle things well at all with my in-laws.  No wonder we weren’t sure they were going to show up on the big day.  They did turn up at the wedding and after our honeymoon they gave us a lovely party in their home town. ” Continue reading 1971 Vintage Wedding: Amy & Fred

Last month, Emily of Emily Takes Photos shared her great-grandparents delightfully simple wedding with us. Today she’s sharing her grandparents wedding (Christine is their daughter). Christine and Dominic are celebrating their 60th anniversary this week, so today we get to hear their best marriage advice, and all about their simple wedding (which they informed their families was the last time they would be attending church). So let’s hear it for grit, backbone, and plenty of style.

Vintage Short Wedding Dress

They met in 1948 at UC Santa Barbara. Grandma (Christine) ran the science storehouse and Grandpa (Dominic) met her while he was taking a chemistry class (and no, neither of them made any joke about “chemistry”).

Dominic got a scholarship for school in Wisconsin, and they discussed whether Christine would stay in California or if they would get married and she’d join him in Wisconsin. They decided to get married (no crazy elaborate proposal or anything).

They got married at the Mission in Ventura, because they had family in Bakersfield and Santa Barbara and wanted to make it easy for everyone to travel to the wedding.

Except in their day, apparently if you got married at a church outside of your hometown, it was usually because you were expecting a baby and wanted to keep hush about it. Which would explain why five months later they received Christmas cards address to Mr. and Mrs. Dominic Perello and family! (They didn’t have their first kid until four years later.)

They had a short ceremony with no Mass (a full Mass is common at Catholic weddings), and according to my dad, they told their families that would be their last time going to church Continue reading 1951 Vintage Wedding: Christine & Dominic