The worst of it is that there really isn't anyone to ask. As I mentioned the other day, a great number of the people at our wedding have died. Of those still with us, Little Sis was only 7, she probably doesn't remember very much at all. Mikey's sisters and our friend, Bonnie, might remember a bit here or there, but it wasn't their own wedding and you just don't remember things about weddings you attend, and besides they all live hundreds of miles from here and we rarely see them. What about Mikey, you ask?? Ha! The big guy has trouble remembering yesterday much less 45 years ago! And I can't even check the wedding photos!!
Why not, you say? Because when it comes to photos and photography, I have the absolute WORST luck on the planet! In fact I wrote about it early on in my blogging history. Here's an excerpt from that post, to help you understand....
Wednesday, November 18, 2009**
....As I look at other blogs, they seem to be loaded with a ton of wonderful candid family shots, or beautiful landscapes, or even abstract photos that are mysterious or funny or something. I'm so jealous. "So," you say, "Why don't you add more photos of your own?" (a perfectly logical question.) Well, there's a reason for that, Cameras hate me. Seriously! They do!!
It's not that I don't think I look good in photographs, or that I don't know how to use a camera. Oh no, its much more basic than that!
Whether digital, or Poloroid, or a little point and shoot gadget loaded with "Kodachrome" film, (does anyone still use film??)whenever any camera senses that I am in a place where photos are being taken, some little cosmic polterqeist who hates me for some reason, manages to do something to ensure that no good or even passable photos will result until I am no longer around. (Hearing your snorts in the background!) You don't believe me, do you? Well, read on my friends!
The very first experience I had with "Dirty Tricks Photography" was by far the worst. It was my wedding day! (I can hear your gasps, "No, not that day! Nooooo! Oh yes, My Wedding Day!) My cousin was married at that time to a really nice guy who was a professional photographer. As their wedding gift to us PhotoHubby offered to take the photos at the wedding. We were thrilled. We couldn't afford a professional photographer so this would be wonderful. How generous of them!!
The morning of the wedding, just after I got up, my mother snapped a quick shot of me sitting on the sofa in my nightgown with my hair still in rollers (this was a long time ago!) and looking like the walking dead. And then a short time later, after I had taken out the rollers and sort of combed out my hair, she took another quick snap of me in the mirror, still in my nightgown, with my veil perched on the top of my head. (I looked like I was playing "dress up" or something.)
Anyway, shortly thereafter, PhotoHubby arrived and shot, and flashed, and focused constantly the entire rest of the day. He was Everywhere, behind the priest on the altar during Mass, walking backwards back down the aisle with us, at the reception, cutting our cake....everywhere! He told us that night that he had shot several rolls and thought he had some great shots. He said he should have proof sheets for us in a week or so. I was so grateful and excited to see them. And off we went gleefully to our "honeymoon" (ahh, that's another story).
So, we're back at my aunt's house for dinner about a month later and my cousin and PhotoHubby were there as well. No one had said anything about the pictures (we didn't want to seem pushy), but I was anxious to see them. After the meal was over, PhotoHubby said, "I'm afraid I have some bad news." (Oh, crap! This can't be good!)There, that is the story of my wedding photos and why I am not exactly sure what color my flowers were, or what Mikey looked like, or who all was there. All I have is my fading memory. Believe me, it's not the same!
It seems that he and his partner in the photography business had had a huge blow-up about 3 days after our wedding, and said partner had, unbeknownst to PhotoHubby, packed up everything that was in the studio and left town. We were properly sympathetic and outraged for him. But then he made it clear that the jerk took everything, cameras, negatives, equipment, film. Film?? Our film?? All of it??? Even the stuff that didn't belong to him???? Yep, all gone, and PhotoHubby had no idea where he went. Well, there you go! There was absolutely no possibility of getting it back. I was heartbroken, but I managed not to cry until we got home. We couldn't even ask for our money back!
The sad fact was that no one else took any photos because Photo-Hubby was a "Professional" and was all over the place taking photos.
So ladies and gentlemen of the jury, in summation, poor little bride (me) has exactly two photographs recording her happy day....in her nightgown with a veil on her head! Both of which are buried in a box of photos so I can't even see THEM! And the are no photos of the groom (Mikey) at all. See, because it hates me, the poltergeist planted that evil idea in the mind of the partner, leaving us with zilch!....
**p.s. I wrote some more photos stories in that post. If you want to read the rest go to: http://mellodeemusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/kodachrome.html