Dear friends and readers,
I thought I’d tell about Caroline and Rob’s wedding today even if I have don’t have all the photos. Above is the central (or one of the) flower arrangements on the tables we had our buffet dinner on. Yvette and I brought it back and photographed it on our dining room table.
I will have many photos in a little while and then I’ll come back and add them to this diary record.
It was a beautiful time. We found it using GPS, a google map, google directions and staying alert for the sign:
About 25 people were there, Caroline’s close friends and Rob’s and the two families. Michelle, the person who married them is a reform Rabbi, and the ceremony was comprised of sincere effective words about why they were promising (to take care of one another, to love and honor), the exchange of rings and the declaration they were not husband and wife.
In the middle a few of us were called upon to make some kind of statement. Most chose texts, stories from Princess Bride, or a child’s book, or a brief poem. I wrote my foremother poet blog last night on Emily Dickinson because one of the two poems I found that were readable, meaningful to a public group (not made of private emotions, not particularized as most of poems on marriage or weddings nowadays seem to be) and actually state firmly, without irony or false solemnness, and yet with sincerity what are the feelings people value in a life’s partnership was by her. The other was this by Anne Bradstreet to her husband after a number of years of marriage:
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more we may live ever
Rob’s mother’s simple speech was very touching. She spoke of what her mother had said to her when she married and what she had spoken at her daughter’s (some 13 years ago).
Two of Caroline and Rob’s friends took many photos — the wedding took place in Rob’s sister’s house which sits in a large green meadow and the ceremony was under a porch or portico on the ground floor. It was cool and sunny, not raining. Michelle said to remember this good moment, this good time and never let go of it in their memories and hearts.
Before hand people gathered. Yvette and I got there with the help of a google map, google instructions and the GPS. Rob’s sister’s house is in mid-Maryland. The Admiral was not able to go with us — the drive was beyond his strength (and nausea is bad). But Michelle set up a Skype with her computer: she brought it to our house and we could see him watching from Michelle’s computer there and he could see us and wave back. The cat, Clary, was visible on his lap.
After we had hors d’oeuvres and drinks (wine, beer, sodas) and people talked. I got to know one of Rob’s friends from grade school.
The four rooms we ate and talked and celebrated in (like the toast, like watch Rob and Laura cut the two cakes) was lit by soft pink lanterns every couple of feet apart — gift for the evening of Atmosphere where Rob has worked for over 21 years, recently as their chief team leader and electrician. Then there was the dinner where we all ate and talked and moved about. Two yummy cakes, one chocolate and the other vanilla. Coffee. I spoke with Rob’s mother and we agreed to get together; Michelle had a suggestion for Yvette for someone to go to the movies with regularly.
The feeling was good throughout and all the time. Kindness, friendship, reciprocity, cordiality, hope, love characterized the mood.
When it had become dark and rainy it was time to go home. Yvette and I found returning easier — somehow to find your way home even if at a distance than to get to a new place is much less worrying since as you go you begin to recognize where you are.
Yvette has written a beautiful complementary account.