I’m off tomorrow for a few days in Cleveland, Ohio—for my sister’s 50th wedding anniversary celebration. Amazing how the years go by. I remember her wedding well. It was in January in Washington, D.C., a little snow on the ground but not too cold. She looked lovely. As we walked down the aisle (I was a bridesmaid), I heard someone whisper quite loudly: Do you think she is a virgin? and the reply: You can bet on it! I may never know for sure. I've never asked her and probably won't. It doesn't really matter now, three children, five grandchildren and fifty years later.
The reception was at our house in Bethesda. And of course, she made sure I caught the bouquet. I have a small album of photos from that day. We were all so young then. Now, a few years (and more) gone by, I wouldn’t mind catching another bouquet!