Wedding Planning

I have dipped my toe into the vast pool of wedding porn. At Logan Airport coming home from Boston, I bought a copy of New York Magazine's wedding issue. This led to way too much time. spent at the computer checking out sites for wedding related stuff. . . especially wedding gowns. I vow not to go there again.

Life was simpler back in 1969 when Steve and I announced to our families that we were getting married. And just six weeks later we were. I remember practically nothing about the whole process of planning the wedding. My mom with some help from her best friend, my Aunt Jimmy, did it all. Now, looking back I realize what a superhuman effort that must have taken on her part but then my mother was famously competent. I do remember buying the dress. It cost $125, an outrageously expensive amount and a sure sign that this was a very special occasion.

I think I had fun at my wedding. Mostly, I remember the Solms family providing the entertainment--Steve on his knees singing "Mammie" to his mother, Dave dancing and telling jokes in his best Yiddish accent and, of course, Kenny, the one true professional in a family of hams, making a toast. Oh, and let's not forget Jerry Robinson on guitar doing his usual number.