My parents basically eloped, if you can call telling people you're getting married ahead of time an elopement. They got married at St. Peter's in Albany by the Reverend Dr. Bruner, and Dr. Bruner's son Jeff was my dad's best man. My dad and Jeff had grown up as neighbors and close friends all their lives.
My favorite part of the story was that my grandfather was down shoveling snow off the pond when one of my dad's younger brothers ran down to tell him about the upcoming wedding. My grandfather didn't even need to change clothes before going to the church - he had been shoveling snow dressed in a tie and jacket.
After the ceremony, attended by my grandparents and several of my dad's younger brothers, everyone went back to my grandparents' house and cake and champagne. That's when this picture was taken.
They all look so young - my parents were 22 and 23 - and happy. You can't see it in this picture, but my mom's dress was very mini; I doubt it reached to the tip of her fingers when she held her arms down. It was pink and the belt was purple.
Despite its rather hasty beginning, my parents' marriage has endured; they celebrated their 38th anniversary back in December.