Funny how anniversaries make you reflect on the years that have passed since the big day itself.
We were 21 and 22 and were married in a little village church in Last of the Summer Wine country on 10 July 1965. It was a dry though overcast morning but the sun came out as we came out of church for the photogaphs. Elder DB had come over from Germany - he was in the army - and had managed to get some colour film so we had coloured photos which was exciting at the time.
My dress (slub silk with threequarter ribbon-lace sleeves and a boat neck) was made by a work mate's Mum, who was a dressmaker. My elder sister did the flowers (gold and cream roses) and my other sister made and iced the wedding cake. Our reception was at a country pub and we had chicken salad and trifle (Mum's choice as they were paying). The wedding was at 11am and the reception was a lunch which we had to leave pretty quickly in order to get to York for a train to Edinburgh for our week's honeymoon. We came back from that with £5 between us to last until pay day at the end of the month!
So many who were at our wedding are no longer with us but there are also many more members of our family who were not with us on that day - still to be born! Life is a funny old thing isn't it?
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