Makin' Our OWN History - - -

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34 years ago last night, this is how soon-to-be hubby and I appeared at our wedding rehearsal and dinner, because this is how we rolled - - - pure class. You can't tell from this picture, but we were wearing the quintessential bell bottom blue jeans, 'cause it WAS 1975 Y'ALL. And my hair cut - - - that was called a gypsy shag.


This is hubby-to-be moments before the ceremony deeply contemplating whether or not he was willing to be joined to me for an interminably long time - - - or cleaning the shoe polish off his fingers, I'll let you decide which. (For all you young whipper snappers, shoe polish was a product that came in a jar or can which one rubbed on one's scuffed up shoes, let it dry, and then buffed them to a glossy shine.)

And just what was I doing at that moment????


Why, running through the reception area moving everything on the tables 1/4 inch to make sure it was placed JUST so, of course!!!!!

And those things in my hair? Uh yah, pretty sure those were called CURLERS, those predated hot rollers. We had to SLEEP in those things, and they were made out of hard plastic!!!!! Not a lot of rest in those days, but it was all worth it to be beautiful. Or not.

Little side note for all you "retro" fans: THESE pictures are TRUE "real people" seventies shots. I say that because once a few years ago at school during homecoming we had a 70's day. My students (all knowing little children that they are) informed me I wasn't dressed like the 70's. HELLO - - - I only went to high school, college, got married, and had one child IN THE 70'S, I THINK I know how we dressed - - - and THESE PICTURES ARE IT. Notice the lovely maxi dress my cousin is sporting in this picture.

And here we are the just pronounced Mr. and Mrs. Greg F. Broyles with our parents.

Perhaps this is a good time to tell you that while MY side of the family went through the service with GREAT BIG "whew-we-finally-pawned-her-off" grins on their faces, hubby's family sobbed like babies through the whole thing - - - hubby included, only he said his eyes were just sweatin'.

And like all newly wed couples we believed life would be a fairy tale of happily ever after. Praise God that's all we knew, 'cause if we knew the truth of the WORK that was going to be involved, perhaps we would have been unable to smile, I don't know.

And even though my mom was severly crippled with rheumatoid arthritis for all the memories of my life, she still made my wedding dress. I made the veil. Yes I did. I sewed every bit of that lace around it by my little own hand.

But please don't get any ideas - - - I didn't like sewing then (just did it for the "thing" of being able to say I did) and HATE it today, so I'm not going to be joining any quilting or sewing blogs in the near future.

We kept it simple. I carried a few rosebuds on top of the same little white Bible that my mom carried in her wedding years before. Oh, but I did NOT throw the Bible out with the bouquet to the single ladies in the crowd. I still have it someplace, I think.


And we had wedding cake, though we did not freeze the top for a later anniversary as we had heard HORROR stories about how dry and terrible it could be a whole year later. No sirree bob, we ate that top right on our honeymoon when it was still quite moist and tasty.


And hubby enjoyed a little extra icing when no one was looking. He still does that every chance he gets to this very day.

So, what exciting things did we do today to celebrate these 34 years of wedded bliss?? Why, we went to church, ate out at Applebees afterwards, hubby watched some fishing shows and took a nap, and I blogged and went to two graduation open houses. It was a great day!

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