The Rest of the Story….

I very seldom do The Daily Prompt.  It changes so quickly (daily) that I just get started and it’s the next day and there is a new prompt.

Last week, I read the daily prompt and was inspired!  to write about my wedding day and how my matron of honor almost didn’t make it.   Of course I sent it to her and she replied with her version of the story, mentioning that it included breaking and entering and public nudity.   For the life of me I do not understand how this story went untold for 41 years, and maybe I just forgot it in all the excitement.  But it’s just too crazy not to share.  If you haven’t read Part 1 you need to go to  https://retiredruth.wordpress.com/2013/02/16/daily-prompt-the-clock/

Oh…. And names have been changed to protect the innocent.

 

The Matron of Honor’s Side of the Story

That spring and summer Terry  was working part-time for the Village of Wharton as a night policeman to earn extra money. He liked this because he could wear a gun. The week-end of your wedding was Wharton’s bicentennial.  Terry was on night duty and had to be there the next day until after the parade. At this time we only had one car. He came home and got me before the parade and I took him back to Wharton. Then I headed to Forest to get ready for your wedding.  However, Terry had been patrolling  the whole night in our car and it was low on gas. I didn’t notice this until I was a few miles out of Wharton and it stopped. Cell  phones hadn’t been invented yet, so the only option was to get out and walk to the nearest house which was about a mile down the road. I jogged to the house, but no one was home. I was getting panicky about this time. I tried doors until I found one that was unlocked and went in to use their phone. I called my mom – no one home. I called my grandparents – no one home.  All of Terry’s family was in Wharton. I am really nervous about  now because I’m not even dressed yet. My dress is at mom’s. I call my uncle. He’s home! I tell him the best I can where I am. Directions have never been my strong point. My uncle comes from Forest and picks me up. He takes me to mom’s. He’s not happy because his wife  isn’t happy. They are supposed to be somewhere else and I am making them late. As I am getting out of the car I am removing clothing so I can put my dress on. I do have my underwear on as I enter the house. I put on my dress on the way out the front door.  So I’m running down Gormley Street zipping up my dress and carrying my shoes. That’s why I arrived at your wedding almost too late to be in it.

The house that I “broke” into turned out to be Schoenberger’s. My semi-public nudity was reported to my mom and grandparents by my uncle and Mrs. Nosy Neighbor across the street. I make a point to be early to everything now. Except – if Terry  is with me we are always late. It drives me crazy. I should have been smart enough to leave him when he dressed up to play policeman instead of coming to your wedding and when he left me with an empty tank of gas.

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