Dana is my dad’s sister. I was 3 1/2 years old when she got married, and I don’t remember much about her wedding, except that one of the bridesmaids was particularly kind to me, and she wore a groovy dress.
|Welcome to 1971! It’s probably the last time I wore a skirt that short.|
I hadn’t realized until Sunday, when I asked my dad some questions about the wedding, that he had walked down the aisle with Dana. Their father, Ronald, had died three years earlier, before I was old enough to really know him. My grandmother Eleanor was there, though, looking happy in her pale pink dress (the skirt of which, I might add, was longer than mine, but still above the knee).
She and my grandfather were married for 30 years. They got married at the Little Brown Church in the Vale in Nashua, Iowa on Dec. 11, 1937. I don’t have any pictures of that event, so I can’t report on the wedding couture of the day. But I do have this photo of them from several years later, with my dad and his brother, before Dana made her appearance:
|My grandparents with sons Robert, left, and William. Dana wasn’t born yet.|
|Bill and Dana with their anniversary cake.|
We are blessed to have Dana and Bill in our family, and I wish them many, many more happy years of marriage. Cheers!