Something Happened...

… 30 years ago today. Here are the two prime movers in that event:

That would be The Second Mrs. Pennington and I on our wedding day. And don’t we look oh-so-very ‘70s? Well, the groom does, anyway…dressed as he is in an off-white tux (“cream” is the proper term, methinks) with brown velvet (!) trim. That get-up is the ONLY thing I regret about that day. But, being the perceptive sort of individual I was and still am, I rolled with the flow… said flow controlled by TSMP, who thought that tux was The Cat’s Meow. Who was I to disagree, especially after my initial outburst (something to the effect of “I’m NOT wearing that thing!”), to which TSMP replied “Oh yes you are, assuming you still wanna get married.” End of objection.

We were married in the backyard of TSMP’s parents’ house on the Lake Huron shore in Harbor Beach, Michigan. What follows are a few shots of the setting. TSMP came out of the French Doors (underneath the awning) on her father’s arm and joined the wedding party under the large tree on the right (in the second pic), where the ceremony took place. The front of the house is in the last picture. That’s TSMP crouching in the flower bed (she’s actually sitting on the doorstep).

Here are a couple of interiors. The first is TSMP in the dining room (which has a magnificent view of Lake Huron); the second is my Best Man and Good Bud Chip at the piano, probably noodling out Wagner's “Bridal Chorus.” Or not.

 

It was a beautiful wedding… aren’t they all? The marriage was pretty good, too, all things considered. We had at least 22 good years together... 20 of them married... and one year of absolute Hell once the handwriting was on the wall. I refused to acknowledge that handwriting then and kinda-sorta still do today, albeit at a much lower level.
 

It's said “time heals all wounds,” but I don’t agree. Some wounds just refuse to heal, even when you wish with all your might they would. But, Hey! I’m not dead yet, so there’s still hope.

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