My college sweetheart Rick and I were married in a double-ring ceremony in 1969 at Irwindell Methodist Church in Oak Cliff. Honor Attendants were Saranne, my maid of honor and good friend since seventh grade, and best man Carl, Rick’s good friend from Texas Tech.
I made my wedding dress using a Vogue sewing pattern. It was made of bonded white crepe, which I modified slightly by lengthening the back and replacing the short sleeves with long slightly belled sleeves of white lace. In place of a veil, I made a hood with the same white lace as on the sleeves of the dress, tied with a satin ribbon. It was a beautiful dress, and I did a very stupid thing when I got rid of it after Rick and I divorced.
My colors were blue and yellow pastels. My maid of honor made her dress from the same original short-sleeved pattern as my dress but in baby blue, and she held a yellow bouquet of flowers. The flower girl was my precious four-year-old niece Denise (we called her Neesy). I made her dress, too, which was a yellow A-lined dress with a yellow lace overlay. It was a tad too small for her, but I don’t think anyone noticed. My dad’s brother Gordon was my “official” photographer.
Rick and I purchased our wedding rings from Everts Jewelers, a prominent jewelry store in downtown Dallas. I think Daddy knew the owner or manager. As a wedding gift, one of Rick’s uncles generously contributed toward the purchase of the rings. My white gold ring set included a small but nearly perfect one-fifth carat brilliant cut diamond solitaire engagement ring with a matching thin band. Rick’s plain polished band was also white gold.
Something old – my grandmother’s opal and garnet ring, its band worn thin from wear on the underside
Something new – my dress
Something borrowed – a mother-of-pearl Bible borrowed from a friend (a white orchid held on top by a white satin ribbon)
Something blue – a blue garter under my dress
Not following tradition:
Something metallic – braces on my teeth, which I had been wearing for almost three years.
A reception followed the wedding ceremony at the church. As it was about to begin, Daddy stood up on a chair and announced there would be a slight delay while someone ran home to retrieve the guest book which we had forgotten. We had wedding cake, punch, and coffee, but no champagne. After the reception, I changed into my home-made “going-away” clothes – a gold brocade vest worn over a plain beige dress with peasant-style sleeves and neckline.
We made haste for our honeymoon destination – Six Flags Over Texas! We spent a day at the park and a couple of nights in a very small room at the Spanish Inn motel near the park. We then returned to Oak Cliff to see my parents for a few days, then moved to San Angelo where Rick and I planned to attend college.
It was a plain and simple no-frills wedding. Expenses were minimal but probably still a lot for my family at the time. I was the last of three daughters for Daddy to give away, which must have been sad for him and Mother but a relief for them at some level.