Childhood Wedding Memories

Loved the crown when I was seven, still do.

Loved the crown when I was seven, still do.

My very earliest wedding memory is ripping the heads off of the full blooming roses on my mother's carefully planted bushes along the drive way, and throwing the petals in the air to rain down upon me because I was a "bride."  Fresh rose petals have a peppery smell when you tear them and and that smell brings back strong memories for me.

 When I was five I went to my babysitter's wedding. She was a neighbor in our brand new subdivision that had recently replaced the apricot orchards in the Santa Clara Valley.  I remember two older gentleman at the reception, smoking cigars on the patio under a slatted wood trellis.  One of those men asked me to marry him as he put the cigar band around my finger!  I don't remember what I thought then, but I hope I was delighted and today I think it was very sweet.  I also remember the sugar bells on the cake, which are inedible to anyone but a five year old, and remember thinking if weddings meant you had things like cake decorations made of pure sugar, count me in.

When I was growing up as one of five we predicted each person future.  My siblings predicted I would have a big brood of children, drive a station wagon, be very active in my parish and have a flower shop!  A few of those predictions came true, although I drove a mini-van when my sons were young because they don't make station wagons any more.  The most accurate part of my siblings prediction...I  have enjoyed the wedding flower business for years.