Close Your Eyes And Look...
By John R. Greenwood
6/15/74
St. Joseph’s Church, friends, sunshine and a Model A.
It was a perfect summer day. We were young and happy. Our friends were young and happy. It was a good day. The wedding mass was sweet and pure. A breeze blew softly through the same church where I made my First Communion and first confession. That old white country church was filled with youth and smiles, white rice and organ music, a summer classic in its simplest form. It wasn’t a limousine that took us to the reception it was a Model A. The ride was wonderful. The reception wasn’t at the Hall of Springs or the Canfield Casino it was at the Greenfield Firehouse. The fire trucks stood guard outside the open doors to the music filled reception hall. Aunts and uncles, friends and family, neighbors and coworkers all in their best attire eating, drinking and dancing on that sunny June day. You don’t need big expensive wedding albums for days like these. Days like these are cherished and embedded in your senses. 30 plus years later on a sunny June day with a warm breeze blowing you can simply close your eyes and relive them effortlessly and lovingly. On that day so many years ago I said, “I do.” I did and I’d do it again!
By John R. Greenwood
St. Joseph’s Church, friends, sunshine and a Model A.
It was a perfect summer day. We were young and happy. Our friends were young and happy. It was a good day. The wedding mass was sweet and pure. A breeze blew softly through the same church where I made my First Communion and first confession. That old white country church was filled with youth and smiles, white rice and organ music, a summer classic in its simplest form. It wasn’t a limousine that took us to the reception it was a Model A. The ride was wonderful. The reception wasn’t at the Hall of Springs or the Canfield Casino it was at the Greenfield Firehouse. The fire trucks stood guard outside the open doors to the music filled reception hall. Aunts and uncles, friends and family, neighbors and coworkers all in their best attire eating, drinking and dancing on that sunny June day. You don’t need big expensive wedding albums for days like these. Days like these are cherished and embedded in your senses. 30 plus years later on a sunny June day with a warm breeze blowing you can simply close your eyes and relive them effortlessly and lovingly. On that day so many years ago I said, “I do.” I did and I’d do it again!
J.R.G.
The quality of love and the duration of a relationship are in direct proportion to the depth of the commitment by both people to making the relationship successful. Commit yourself wholeheartedly and unconditionally to the most important people in your life. --Brian Tracy
" You don’t need big expensive wedding albums for days like these. Days like these are cherished and embedded in your senses."
ReplyDeleteThat is just PERFECT! Yes, a small town is a lovely place. I enjoy seeing the clothes on the women (ha ha) and looks like you had quite the head of hair :) Gotta love the 70's.