Forty-Four years ago my parents were married in the
My mom loves to tell this story; I finally got it written down earlier this year.
So without further adieu, my parents:
|Grandpa & Grandma Ray, Elaine & Errol, Gran & Grandad Bagley|
Could they be any more charming?
“I saw the doors open, the sun at the just the right place in the sky to at first make them only silhouettes. I usually would have looked away and resume my dancing, but this time I was transfixed with curiosity. The doors came to a close, my eyes adjusted, and ’BAM!’ I literally felt like someone had knocked the wind right out of my lungs. Three handsome boys filled the space by the door, but I only saw Errol. His dark, thick hair was oiled back with Brylcreem,"
“Bryl-creem, a little dab'll do ya,
Use more, only if you dare,
But watch out,
The gals will all pursue ya,--
They'll love to put their fingers through your hair…” chimed Errol.
“I was so awkward with girls, so I was glad to have someone like Elaine to lead the way. And she was one of the cutest girls there that night.”
“So we danced all night, and yes, he was awkward, but for some reason I liked him anyway. It took me twenty years to really ‘fall in love’ with him, but I knew that night that he was the one I was going to marry.”