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My Two Wedding Days
Both disasters in their own way…
My first wedding day
I have very few photos of my first wedding. It was 1970 and unbeknown to me, it was my photographer’s first wedding. I didn’t find this out until 4 years later when he happened to be my sister’s photographer too. Consequently, the photos he took had me looking like a beetroot. Various people took photos of the wedding and reception and I collected all of the rolls of film and put them on the kitchen table at my mum and dad’s place. They were never seen again.
I headed off on my honeymoon 3 months pregnant expecting to see all of the wedding photos on my return. Nope! No one ever saw the film rolls so they must have been thrown into the garbage. The only decent photos that I have are the few that my grandmother took on her Box Brownie camera.
My second wedding day
My second wedding day was no better. Actually, it was worse. Firstly, I fell over on the footpath on the way to the wedding. I gashed my knee so had blood running down my stockings. I was wearing a borrowed dress, headpiece and silver stilettos. Even back in 1982, I didn’t wear stilettos. We were getting married in the Registry Office in the city. We had a videographer who videoed the ceremony. Guess what?
