RFW CHALLENGE - JUNE - WEDDINGS

It's time for RFWer's JUNE WEDDING challenge. This challenge is open to everyone - fiction writers, poets, non-fiction writers. You may submit more than one entry, but in two different genres - e.g. one prose, one poem...THIS IS A PRIZE CHALLENGE - A $5 Amazon Gift Card and a 1,000 word CRITIQUE by your hosts will be awarded/announced Friday June 28th on the RFW blog.


For my entry this month I have chosen to relate a true story.

I have permission to use real names and photographs.

 JUNE’S WEDDING

(1^st August 1953)

June was so thankful to have a few minutes to herself; she had been surrounded by people petting and fussing and talking so much that she nearly yelled at them all to leave her alone.  She let out a heavy sigh as she gazed out of her bedroom window on to a beautiful summer’s afternoon.  

She hadn’t been able to eat anything for breakfast let alone the quick sandwich for lunch that her mother tried to get her to eat.  The butterflies in her stomach were tumbling over each other and rising up in her throat every time she thought about the next couple of hours.

She knew she would spend the rest of her life with Nelson but she had to get through this day first.  He was so handsome and would look so dashing in his sailor’s dress uniform, dark haired, tall and strong, a romantic looking man but that’s as far as it went with the romance. 

He didn't actually propose but said things like ‘when we are married’ or ‘after we are married.’  He’d posted her engagement ring to her when he’d stopped off in Bravington’s the Jewellers in King’s Cross, London on his way back to his ship.  Still you couldn't have everything and he did have prospects, as her father had said when he gave his permission, as a Petty Officer in the Royal Navy.

There was a knock on her bedroom door and her cousin, Ivy, burst through the door full of energy. 

‘Here I am, Ju-ju.  Now let’s do your make-up and make you the blushing bride.’  Ivy’s smoky laughter boomed round the bedroom walls.  ‘Don’t you worry, my dear, Sylvia and Dawn are downstairs, already dressed in their bridesmaid’s outfits and Margaret is keeping them quiet.’

The two cousins shared a smile although Ivy was a few years older than June and already married with the two girls.  They had seen a lot and were still feeling the effects of World War II and the on-going rationing. 

June’s mother, Harriet, had made her wedding dress and Ivy had made both her daughters’ dresses.

June’s bedroom became a flurry of activity to rival the butterflies that were doing all sorts of acrobats in her tummy.  Harriet, Ivy, Margaret and the two little girls left for St. Mary The Virgin church.

Aunt Flo, bustled up to June and whispered, ‘I’ve got something for you to take to ease your nerves.’  June trusted her aunt so she swallowed the proffered pill.  They soon took effect as June’s body became very calm and she seemed to be slightly floating above her body.  She was happy now and smiled and smiled at everyone.

Fred, her father, said, ‘you look beautiful.’  He took her arm and led her out to the wedding car.

June and her father, Fred, arriving at the Church

The church bells were ringing out across the village as June and her dad, Fred, entered through the heavy oak door.   She half walked, half floated down the aisle on the arm of her father and stood next to Nelson, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

The ceremony went by in a flash.  She was grateful that Uncle Tom had chosen three hymns but her mouth was so dry she couldn't sing any of the words.   She was also thankful they’d paid for the organist and the choir boys who helped the music along.  She could see the young choir boys fidgeting in the stalls because they wanted to get away early to go to football practice.

They walked to the vestry to sign the register and she quietly said her new surname to herself over and over again.

Her silver sandals peeked out from beneath her satin brocade white dress, with its Peter Pan collar and pearl buttons down the front, tapping gently on the flagstone floor of the aisle as she walked through the church on the arm of her new husband.

June and Nelson stood outside the huge oak door to pose for the first of many wedding photographs.    

Her arm was hooked through Nelson’s arm so only her white cotton glove peeked out in contrast to his dark navy blue No.1 dress uniform.  Her bouquet of freshly cut red roses cascaded down the front of her dress adding a splash of vibrancy to her wedding outfit.

June and Nelson Carter

June kept smiling, clinging to Nelson’s arm as the call came for a photograph with the bridesmaids and immediate family.  Her younger sister, Margaret, who had married the previous March, was now standing proudly by her side as her Matron of Honour with the two small bridesmaids, resting their heavy wicker baskets adorned top and bottom with satin ribbons, full of freshly picked sweet peas.

Family group photograph

The very short trip across the road to the Church Hall for the reception was made in the bridal car as Fred had stated that his daughter was not walking across the road to the hall. 

The confetti and rice were thrown with gusto by the wedding guests over the bride and groom as they proceeded to get in to the bridal car for the minute’s drive to the reception.

The three-tier wedding cake, baked with love by her mother and made with donated food coupons from customers where she worked had been saved for months by family and friends had provided the dried fruits.  It was professionally iced by the local baker and took pride of place at the head table.

PRESENT DAY:

June and Nelson will be celebrating their Diamond Wedding Anniversary (60 years) on 1^st August 2013. 

They will receive a telegram congratulating them on their Diamond Wedding Anniversary from Queen Elizabeth II.

Although they now suffer from some physical ailments ranging from severe arthritis, mobility problems, asbestosis, diverticulitis and age related diabetes, they are a very independent couple and are looking forward to celebrating their special day with their friends and family including their great-grandchildren at a special lunch time gathering in August.  

Word Count: approx 989 – without title and captions

  

N.B.

This wonderful poem was cut out of a woman’s magazine by a family friend and inserted into the wedding card along with a wedding present of brand new linen sheets and presented to June just before her wedding day. 

June has kept the poem all these years and I reproduce it here.