Now For The Run Down The Aisle, the finale to the start of 30 years of marriage, and I do mean a run down the aisle. We arrived at Toby’s Function Centre in Titirangi, which has since changed images many times. Toby’s has been transformed a few times, once as a small English style pub to a retail designer shop and back to a restaurant.
On this day of truly horrid weather, the worst October long weekend since weather recordings started, not that I am suspicious, as clearly it wasn’t a bad sign after 30 years, as we have lasted. We arrived and then were led to small room to prepare for the graceful walk down the red-carpeted aisle.
I could see the small crowd of 50 gathered, the JP, who by the way I was furious at, as she paid no heed to our wishes. We asked that there be no mention of god, she couldn’t resist could she, but that was why we went for a JP and not a church wedding.I had noticed mother make her entrance at the last minute with her father in tow. They promptly left after the ceremony, I turned around to go and say hello, to late, as she was gone.
|The Justice of the Peace that I wanted to smack for not abiding by our wishes|
I am reflecting on how nervous my dad was, though I didn’t realise just how much so. My Aunty Marl had told me that he had been working on his speech for ages and that she had heard it, I was looking forward to hearing his speech. I wasn’t really fazed at the whole event, probably focused on to many other details.
The fire place was blazing, the rain was thundering down on the windows, the wind was howling, the lights were dimmed, our witnesses were standing prepared, friends were lined up.
The music started, dad took my arm, I smiled at him asked if he was okay, a nod, a step forward, a gasp escaped my to be sister in laws mouth, (remember that black dress episode) and then I felt that my dad was shaking, a smile planted firmly on his beautiful face, looking ahead as to where he was to hand me over to my beloved.
Well that was the first and only time that I have actually been raced up the aisle. I thought to my self, this is awfully fast isn’t it? Poor dad was so nervous I think he just wanted to get out of the spotlight. I still to this day chuckle unexpectedly when I think about him and his race up the aisle.
Now I can also reflect at how nervous he was at giving a speech. I did have a copy of that speech and regretfully I no longer have it, it has been lost in the shift from one country to the other. Nowadays you would have typed it up on the computer and iCloud would have saved a copy, that’s progress for you isn’t it.
|My Aunty Marl and Uncle Bob|
I couldn’t tell you what we ate, I do remember cutting the cake, and I do remember dancing the night away and having a good old girl chat with my cousin Sandra in the toilet as you do, don’t you? Or, well maybe not?
Along came midnight, no leaving early for us, we went back to ours with a few friends, I so know the boys were going to get up to no good. They disappeared for a while, I waited till everyone left and then searched our room. Sure enough, rice in all the pockets of every article of clothing we owned and an alarm clock under the mattress. Please boys you would have to get up very early to fool me.
Back to my dad and his fear of public spectacles and speeches. He went to my brothers wedding in England and didn’t make a speech, now I understand why. I made a speech at his 80th, and low and behold he didn’t have a choice and had to say a few words when he cut his cake. He did a fine job, a few genuine words were spoken and he made it for another day.