So on this special day, we stumble down memory lane to recall November 25, 1978.
Ah, it was a beautiful Spring day like today (it snowed - this was North Syracuse, remember). We promptly arrived for the ceremony (the groom was late getting a replacement tie for the best man). We had a solemn ceremony (some people at the altar kept giggling). We had the finest of orchestras (the band could play polkas and Billy Joel). The setting was elegant (Wysocki's - best buffet around). The guests showed grace and decorum (who filled up our Ford Torino with rice?).
But seriously, we had the greatest time, and certainly the finest flower girl. Once, when Marsha heard The Wedding Song, it brought back memories of some marriage ceremony that she knew she had enjoyed very much. Finally, it came to her - it was ours. No one had a better time that day than the bride and groom. And that was just the beginning . . .
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