Saturday, June 24, 2017

Thirty-nine years but who's counting?

What a good-looking fella I married back on 24th June, 1978.
wedding day photo at caswell bay hotel

Uncle gave me away. I think the photographer must have told him to look at me for this photo.
We hardly knew each other in those days. He'd lived away all my life and at this time lived in Nottingham, and had a disabled son, making trips to Mumbles rare. But he and my gran were the only family I had by this stage.

Today the orange blossom in our garden is looking beautiful. I don't know if you can see any orange blossom in my bouquet but it's there, from the tree my Mum had planted for this purpose.





3 comments:

S. J. Qualls said...

Lovely pictures. What a wonderful thing - your mom planting for your bridal bouquet. How awesome is that? Everyone looked lovely that day, even uncle.
Happy Anniversary!

Liz Hinds said...

thank you, SJ!

Shirley Davis said...

I've seen your lovely wedding photo before (on this blog, must have been) and still marvel at your likeness to Daughter. I know it is not a coincidence (more Godincidence - or genetics for the less faithful) but it is uncanny. Lovely to see Uncle too. And Husband was a lucky fellow!