I do not think that my parents or John’s parents were in favor of our getting married. The idea of a Catholic and a Jew getting married was not even covered in the pamphlet on intermarriage that I picked up at the local Catholic church. It seemed impossible to make anyone happy so we just decided to make ourselves happy. I looked in the yellow pages under Justice of the Peace and called to make an appointment on the first day that we could both take a week off from work, Monday, July 17, 1972.
I told my mother on the Sunday before the big day. I assume all hell broke loose at their house because I get a call back from my father saying my mother is all upset that I was getting married and she would not be there. Thus, they were taking the shuttle from Newark to Boston and would we pick them and my younger sister up at Logan Airport at 9 AM the next day. Quickly we re-arrange our appointment at the Justice of the Peace from 10AM to noon.
To make a long story short, we picked them up, went to our appointment to get married, ate lunch, and they left on the 3 PM shuttle back to Newark. John and I left for our honeymoon in Montreal which makes our 50th in Vancouver a full circle.
With that inauspicious start we made a life together that has now lasted over 50 years. We traded the hoopla of a big wedding into a little hoopla every day.
As I mentioned in my last post we spent our anniversary day making sure that the bugs have been eradicated. We did go out to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, Maenam. The cuisine is upscale Thai. We order the tasting menu with wine pairings. It was delicious and we had a wonderful time.
As a treat afterwards they gave us each a glass of the digestif, fernet branca. It is apparently very trendy and also vile.