Most contentious families can at least tolerate each other long enough to attend weddings and funerals together. They have the courtesy to keep their death threats unspoken.

The next blog installment took place on the 24th of June in the year 1989. It was the last time the whole family sat in the same spot together.

 

 

 

The wedding day of the Sad Boy and the Sad Girl dawned warm with hazy sunshine. Bright and cheery, the Woman with the Rock in Her Shoe gently woke the Sad Girl. “Wake up! It’s your wedding day!”

Still in the daze of sleep, it took the Sad Girl a moment before she realized- it was indeed the first day of the rest of her life.

There was a houseful that day. The Sad Boy’s parents and two youngest brothers had arrived a few days before.

Fate, or the Woman with the Rock in Her Shoe, had conspired to send the Sister Who Shall Not Be Named, en familia, back home.

With great joy, the wedding ceremony uniting the Sad Boy and Sad Girl as husband and wife began at 11:00 a.m. with a garden reception immediately following.

Favorite Sister and Favorite Brother-in-Law had graciously volunteered to act as host and hostess to an outdoor reception with Sister II and her husband catering the lavish affair.

Well over 125 guests attended.

There were white tents and festooned tables, a D.J. to set the mood, a dance floor, a fully stocked bar complete with bartenders, a black tie wait staff. A bounteous buffet, with course after course of delicious food prepared and served by Sister II and her husband.

The collective effort of the Sad Girl’s sisters, resulted in a beautiful memorable day for everyone who attended.

It began in the noon hour and lasted close to midnight. It was a happy happy day.

Alas, not everyone was happy at the nuptial celebration. Not everyone felt the Sad Girl deserved love and happiness. There was dirty work to be done.

A beloved guest beckoned the Sad Boy to come to the staging area of the reception to receive a wedding gift. The happy groom complied.

The guest did indeed have a wrapped box for the Sad Boy along with a proposition.

A proposition for the Sad Girl’s husband on their wedding day.

Let that sink in for a moment.

Was there no limit to the treachery?

Stunned, the Sad Boy graciously made his exit from the sticky situation when another guest happened to come along.

And that’s how it was on June 24, 1989. The last day of a family.

Goldilocks