I’m starting up what I hope will become a weekly category on ‘Pining’ – Blast from the Past. It’ll be a mixture of things I think, sometimes old photos, postcards or objects with a bit of history to them, anything oldish really which might be of interest or a bit of a laugh. I hope people will feel free to link to their own old photos, or whatever, in the comments if they so wish.
As today is our 38th wedding anniversary (I can hardly believe it) I thought I would kick it off with some photos from our wedding day. These obviously come under the laugh category!! Jack actually did have his hair cut especially for the big day, but our boys could never believe that. And what about those flares! The wee boy is my nephew and he now has teenage boys of his own, nowadays children in wedding photos tend to be the children of the couple getting married! How times have changed! Everyone who looks at this photo has remarked that it looks like I’m missing half a finger but I can assure you I do have a complete set, despite nasty slicing accidents whilst cooking.
As you can see the fashion in bridal wear in 1976 was for something resembling a nightgown, and the dresses were all smocked which must have been handy for pregnant brides, but I wasn’t in that condition, despite the usual rumours. It was almost ten years before we went down that road. I still think 1970s bridal dresses look better than what is on offer to brides today. The poor things seem to have had no choice but to hang out of the tops of their almost non existent bodices for about 15 years now.
Windswept is what best describes the photo below I think, you can just see the old Dumbarton bridge in the background so we were on the banks of the River Leven and despite it being August 1976 it was blooming cold. Everyone always remembers that as a long hot summer but in Scotland the weather had just broken and when we went on our honeymoon, all the way to exotic Inverness, I was so glad that I had taken a winter coat with me as it was freezing up there.
The second of August 1976 was a Monday bank holiday, a strange day to get married you might think but Saturday was a complete no-no as far as Jack was concerned because as a mad Dumbarton football fan (a Son of the Rock) there was no way he was going to miss the beginning of the new football season. In fact we went to Inverness because at that time there were THREE football grounds in the town and he wanted to visit them all. We went to one match at one of them, but he made sure he got a look at them all. You would think that one football ground is much the same as another but apparently not.
Of course when we got married everyone said – it’ll never last, but it has, and sadly people don’t say – you can’t possibly have been married that length of time, the way they did when it was our 25th wedding anniversary. But I hadn’t looked at these photos for years and it was a shock to me to see how young I looked, a mad but optimistic 17 year old.
You might notice that the wedding dress is actually cream not white, I’ve never liked those pure Daz white dresses. In fact I never even wanted to get married in a church and I would have been happier in jeans, I just didn’t want to be the centre of attention but marrying into such a churchy family – the minister who married us was actually Jack’s brother – there was no way we could just go off and have a nice quiet wedding. They say it’s the bride’s day but it didn’t feel like it for me, I think that’s often the way with weddings.
Anyway, I hope you found that to be a bit of a laugh. The next blast from the past will be completely different, definitely nothing to do with me/us.