Years ago, when Ed and I decided to get married, we chose the date of June 18th for a special reason. It happened to be the birthday of our mutual cousin, and the person who introduced us by arranging a blind date for us. In case you are new to this blog, or have forgotten, Ed’s mother’s sister was married to my father’s brother. This meant that Ed and I had a mutual aunt and uncle, and their children were cousins to both of us–but Ed and I are not related. Are you following me?
Ed is five years older than I am. He graduated from high school in 1967–when I was just finishing up the seventh grade! I knew who he was, in fact, I even remember having a crush on him back in 1967, but he never knew me because I was so much younger. Flash forward two years, to the summer of 1969, when I was about to turn 15, and Ed was about to turn 19. Our mutual aunt and uncle, along with their children were visiting from Florida. They were staying at Ed’s parent’s house.
Susan, their daughter, had just turned 16 that summer, and wanted to go on a date with Ed’s best friend. She came up with the idea to introduce Ed to me, so the four of us could go on a double date. The rest is history…When Ed and I decided to get married in June, it just seemed natural to honor our cousin by “getting hitched” on her birthday! I think of Susan every year when our special day rolls around. It would’ve been her birthday…but, you see, Susan passed away over years ago.
Anyway, this past Saturday, on June 18, Ed and I were staying at Fernandina Beach, Florida, to celebrate our 39th wedding anniversary. We’d spent the late-afternoon sitting on the beach, and were returning to our hotel room to get ready to go out to eat. As we pulled up to the hotel, imagine our surprise when we saw a bride and groom entering the front doors of the hotel–still dressed in their wedding clothes! The bride still carried her bouquet! It was about 6pm.
I wanted to roll down the car window and shout to them that they sure chose a good date to get married, but they disappeared before I could get the window rolled down. They appeared to be in a rush to get to their room!
Ed and I drove around to the side of the hotel, and parked the car. We looked to the left of us, and spotted a pickup truck–with shoe polish on the windows, along with toilet paper on the antenna, trailer hitch, and side view mirror. There beside the truck, in the parking lot, lay a single white rose…probably broken from the brides bouquet as she exited the truck.
I couldn’t help myself…I picked up the white rose, and kept it. It made me nostalgic of our own wedding so many years ago. I also took some photos of their truck, cause that made me nostalgic, too! I laughed at the writing on the back glass of the truck! It read, “Just married…to a man!” Only in the “twisted days” of 2011, would someone have to specify “to a man”!
We never saw anymore of the young bride and groom, but the following morning, as we were getting ready to leave the hotel, we saw them pulling out of the parking lot ahead of us. I don’t know them, but I think they picked a great day to “get hitched”! Ed and I will be long-gone in another 39 years, but I can only hope that the couple’s next 39 years will be half as happy and filled with love as mine and Ed’s have been.