Love is Like Oxygen

Yesterday, Margaret listed me as one of her blog crushes. She even called me her fantasy girlfriend. It was just the kind of props I needed on a cranky Friday afternoon. It's even better, because I feel the same way about her.

Since I'm feeling the love today, I thought I'd combine that sentiment with my ongoing scannning of old photos project and put up pictures of my parents wedding in 1958:

I have a lot more wedding photos than I'm putting on here and when S. was visiting, we looked at all of them. We both thought that the best part of the photos were the people in the background. If you look right behind my mom, it appears that James Dean may have even attended their wedding.

Here is my aunt helping my mom get ready for the ceremony. I think this was taken at the church. The reception was held at my grandparent's house.

This is my favorite photo. My grandfather is helping my mom into the getaway car.

Here are two of my uncles vandalizing my parent's car. My folks grew up a block away from each other on the Southside of Chicago. My dad was a year younger than my mom, so they didn't really notice each other until my dad came back from Germany where he was stationed during the Korean War and my mom got back from all of her adeventures in Mexico and South America. I bet it makes it easier to get along when both families have known each since they were born.

Here are my parents officially hitched. My sister likes to blame every physical flaw we have on my dad. Since he's not around to defend himself, he's an easy scapegoat. I think every family should have one.