{"id":4855,"date":"2016-02-17T01:37:36","date_gmt":"2016-02-17T08:37:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/egallery\/?p=4855"},"modified":"2016-02-17T01:37:36","modified_gmt":"2016-02-17T08:37:36","slug":"suddenly-marriage-50-years-ago-today","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/egallery\/2016\/02\/17\/suddenly-marriage-50-years-ago-today\/","title":{"rendered":"Suddenly Marriage (50 years ago today)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"1965-Hyatt-Mazatlan-1300\"<\/a><\/p>\n

My dad asked Anne, years later,\u00a0<\/span>\u201cWhy did you marry him? He was just a bum!\u201d Thanks, Dad.<\/span>
\n Here’s the bum, summering\u00a0in Mazatlan, Mexico, during ripening years.<\/span><\/h6>\n

Where we left off last time, I was living at a hang-out called “109.” Without a driver’s license I was limited. I finally got a job in “graphics,” but was very low level and going nowhere. At the suggestion of a coworker, I filled out an application for a temporary workforce\u00a0at Lockheed Aircraft in Georgia, and then forgot all about it.<\/p>\n

During this time Anne and I were spending as much time together as possible. Still, the word \u201cmarriage\u201d was never used.<\/p>\n

Then, suddenly, on a week’s notice, everything changed . . .<\/p>\n

\"48-49-outlined\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The only photo taken at the wedding.<\/span><\/h6>\n

Here are a couple of spreads from the book, with the story given there reproduced below. (Click photos to enlarge.)<\/p>\n

\"52-53-outlined\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Though it was hardly a society wedding, by Anne’s family connections it was featured in The Palos Verdes Social Review<\/em> (shown small).<\/span><\/h6>\n

From the book<\/em> . . .<\/p>\n

The phone kept ringing at the house but I wasn\u2019t answering, figuring it was for someone else anyway. Then I got a telegram. It was from the company I\u2019d applied to; they\u2019d been trying to reach me for some time.<\/p>\n

What? Somebody wanted me? To be a technical illustrator? For lots of money? In Georgia? In two weeks!!!?<\/p>\n

It all sounded great . . . the work, the title, the money, and maybe most,\u00a0<\/span>the possibility of getting my driver\u2019s license back.<\/p>\n

But what about Anne?<\/p>\n

By this time we were serious, had long been best friends, and though this might be a \u201cshort-term\u201d job, it was time to do something permanent about us.<\/p>\n

I remember well, a few days later, our walking down to the delicatessen together for my Saturday night meal, talking about what all this would mean for us.\u00a0 <\/span>At one point I just said, \u201cDo you want to get married?\u201d To that she answered with the three little words that meant everything: \u201cI guess so.\u201d<\/p>\n

We made plans. My new job would start in a ten days. We\u2019d move and get married in Georgia.<\/p>\n

The next day we showed up at my parents\u2019 for the noon meal, after they\u2019d returned from church, and I announced our plans. It\u00a0was a mega surprise to everyone.<\/p>\n

Happily (and not surprisingly) everybody liked Anne. Mom and Dad, when they heard the plan, approved . . . except one part. The wedding should be here, not Georgia.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut we\u2019re leaving on Friday,\u201d I protested, to which Mom responded, \u201cYou can get married Thursday.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut there\u2019s too much to do. We\u2019re moving.\u201d<\/p>\n

Again, Mom was not deterred. \u201cI\u2019ll plan it all,\u201d she said, \u201cAll you have to do is come.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll iron a shirt for me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll have it there.\u201d<\/p>\n

This was sounding like a pretty good offer so I said, \u201cOkay . . . a nice small wedding at the house.\u201d<\/p>\n

But, no, Mom would never agree to that. It would have to be at the church.<\/p>\n

Ouch. Though it was the church I grew up in, I had parted from its company some years earlier. But for my family, the church was the hub of their lives, where their friends were, and all things that meant the most. So finally I agreed and Mom started making plans. (She was always good at that.)<\/p>\n

Next we went to see Anne\u2019s parents. I must say they were very cordial, but the general enthusiasm we\u2019d just experienced was understandably lacking.<\/p>\n

Keep in mind that Anne had been privileged with a private school education, had come out as a debutante and, by her congenial personality and character, had generally held a place of particular promise in the eyes of her parents.<\/p>\n

Who was I?<\/p>\n

(At this part of the story, when I\u2019d tell it in my children\u2019s hearing, I would say, \u201cNever do this to me.\u201d)<\/p>\n

Our meeting was short. They had an appointment. I do remember one question Anne\u2019s mother asked me, \u201cHow much money do you have?\u201d<\/p>\n

I was proud to be able to answer this one well. I told her I had eight-hundred dollars! It was the first time I could say that.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t think she was quite as impressed as I was.<\/p>\n

\"1966-a-Wedding-Reception-1300\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Just one more photo. While my mother ironed a shirt for me, Anne’s mother bought her a dress (without her). We’ve wondered what happened to that dress; we never saw it again.<\/span><\/h6>\n

I remember nothing about the wedding, nor does Anne. It was the first time my parents and Anne\u2019s met. Though living just a mile apart, they occupied different worlds. Still, it was a happy union.<\/p>\n

Shown here are about\u00a0half\u00a0the photos ever\u00a0taken. It all happened so fast, nobody thought about getting a photographer. (That’s funny, with our having three fine wedding photographers among our daughters.)<\/p>\n

Fortunately Anne had never desired a big wedding, so all this was fine with her.\u00a0 <\/span>A year or so later my mother mentioned a friend of hers who had provided Anne with her veil, to which Anne questioned, \u201cDid I have a veil?\u201d<\/p>\n

Anne’s family hosted the reception at their home. I do remember the gracious comments by various friends of Anne\u2019s family. So many of them would come up to me and say what a wonderful girl I\u2019d married, with so many qualities they\u2019d seen in her growing up, and how fortunate I was. Of course, I agreed.<\/span><\/p>\n

I was to learn later that to her they were saying, \u201cWell, good luck.\u201d<\/p>\n

The next morning we left for Georgia.<\/p>\n

And the rest, as they say, is history.<\/p>\n

Fifty years worth.<\/p>\n

.<\/p>\n

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\"Together-front-cover-115\"<\/a><\/h6>\n

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