Chapter 14, Wedding Bells Peal
Things after Alviso went as
scheduled. On a Saturday bright morning, June 15, 1968, we married on the cheap,
a week after I graduated and turned 18. He was a 23 year old college graduate a
good job. I was a virgin, high school graduate with no experience. Everyone
except us thought me too young with the groom kidded about robbing the cradle.
We married "In the church"
meaning a Catholic wedding and a happy mother. This required the groom to take
Catholic dogma lessons and sign papers to raise our offspring Catholic. The
civil paper work was simple but the parish priest was difficult thinking I was
just a girl being taken advantage of by an older protestant.
I had no qualms of being too young.
I and my fiancé were the most responsible ones in our households. After the
priest knew more about us and our families he became less critical but
admonished us not to use birth control as it interfered with God's plan. He
never mentioned how medicine interfered with God's death plan on the other of
I kept my heresy to myself. As with
my other sins, my confessions were untruthful. I excluding "petting"
and of course Vixen’s pleasures both in the shower and with my fiancé. Instead
I confessed to everyday venial sins, concocted a few whoppers of jealousy and
tossed in kissing longer than three seconds which was the orthodox determined
time max before a mortal sin occurred. I figured if I didn’t give him something
mortal the questions would start. Tossing in the kissing was believable and he
could think he was monitoring my sex life and admonish me.
My fiancé put his time in but never
changed his beliefs, agnostic to the end. His parents were upset about him
marrying a Catholic and taking Catholic lessons than but relaxed when told it
was all just to keep Mom happy.
We exchanged vows at the Most Holy Trinity Church which had been recently built in Tropicana Village nearby. Just immediate family attended plus a friend each for bridesmaid and best man. Dads wore ties the only time I ever saw my father in law do so. I made my gown, white including veil reflecting my true virginity.
We worried how our parents would interact
as they didn't socialize, he over his father's drinking and I if Dad would even
show up. When he did I was relieved and proud when he walked me down the aisle.
Mom sobbed through the short ceremony from my walking down the aisle in my
father's arm to when I walked out a married bride holding my husband's hand.
The priest said a Latin prayer, recited the necessary civil code, we said "I do's", exchanged small gold bands sealed with sprinkled holy water sprinkled, my veil was lifted, we kissed, we turned and walked out the aisle, proclaimed man and wife as the bells pealed.
Outside a younger brother tossed rice and after a few hugs and handshakes we clambered into three cars and went to my parent's house for the reception. At the house Mom was no longer crying but smiling and hugging everyone. Dad cooked a combination of Chinese and American fare with prime rib and chow mien, ingredients I purchased.
Our belongings were stashed in a recently rented duplex in Mountain View. Our honeymoon suitcases were packed. We were anxious to depart but did our reception duty. With music from a portable record player on the rear concrete patio I danced with my father for the first time, amazed to discover he was a good dancer, better than my new husband.
My siblings behaved themselves as
did my in-laws. They presented wedding gifts. Dad gave two Waterford crystal
wine glasses which I still have. My in laws gave a $500 check as if to pay back
some of their prior saving raids which my new husband was afraid would bounce
but didn't. My mother gave a little statue of the Virgin Mary which I still
pray to. My siblings gave a set of quality dishes as to say they were sorry for
the bean pole comments.