"However, my own wedding thirty-six years ago was the best of all. We were married in Holmes, New York at Beulahland, the home of dear friends on the first Saturday in December, holding our collective breaths about the weather. As it happened, it was so warm, guests sat out on the large terraces. A week later the area was hit by a blizzard. I still have my beautiful white dress, and it still fits, although I do have to hold my breath. My father gave me away, tears in his eyes. Everyone danced. I’m told the food was delicious, but somehow neither my groom nor I sat down long enough to eat—common for wedding couples. One of my parents’ oldest friends told my mother, “If they always look at each other the way they’re looking at each other today, they’ll be a very happy couple.” Prescient words.
Share your own thoughts about love, marriage, and above all, mysteries!"
Katherine - I love your wedding story! Wish I could fit into my wedding dress - not going to happen, I'm afraid!
I'll celebrate my 41st anniversary in October. We were both 19 when we got married in 1971. My husband moved to the U.S. from England in December 1967. In early 1969 his family moved to the town I lived in. This was during the British band craze, so word quickly spread that there was a new kid - from ENGLAND - at our school.
I didn't actually meet him until the beginning of our senior year a few months later. I was the editor-in-chief of the school paper and we were in the same journalism class. We became good friends, but I had a longtime boyfriend who had moved away, and I was still going out with him long-distance. I finally broke up with him and started dating my husband-to-be a few days before my 18th birthday in 1970.
This was taken at our wedding in 1971 - it was one of the hottest October days on record!
becke_davis wrote:
"However, my own wedding thirty-six years ago was the best of all. We were married in Holmes, New York at Beulahland, the home of dear friends on the first Saturday in December, holding our collective breaths about the weather. As it happened, it was so warm, guests sat out on the large terraces. A week later the area was hit by a blizzard. I still have my beautiful white dress, and it still fits, although I do have to hold my breath. My father gave me away, tears in his eyes. Everyone danced. I’m told the food was delicious, but somehow neither my groom nor I sat down long enough to eat—common for wedding couples. One of my parents’ oldest friends told my mother, “If they always look at each other the way they’re looking at each other today, they’ll be a very happy couple.” Prescient words.Share your own thoughts about love, marriage, and above all, mysteries!"Katherine - I love your wedding story! Wish I could fit into my wedding dress - not going to happen, I'm afraid!I'll celebrate my 41st anniversary in October. We were both 19 when we got married in 1971. My husband moved to the U.S. from England in December 1967. In early 1969 his family moved to the town I lived in. This was during the British band craze, so word quickly spread that there was a new kid - from ENGLAND - at our school.I didn't actually meet him until the beginning of our senior year a few months later. I was the editor-in-chief of the school paper and we were in the same journalism class. We became good friends, but I had a longtime boyfriend who had moved away, and I was still going out with him long-distance. I finally broke up with him and started dating my husband-to-be a few days before my 18th birthday in 1970.This was taken at our wedding in 1971 - it was one of the hottest October days on record!
Oh Becke, I just love this story—and the photo is truly priceless! You've inspired me to scan some of our wedding photos next time my son is around (not very good at it myself).
And I was the editor of my school paper too. For a time I thought I'd go into journalism, but a teaching job opened up when I graduated from college and I'm glad that was the path I took.
I hope people will post more stories and pictures!
KatherineHallPageKP wrote:
becke_davis wrote:
"However, my own wedding thirty-six years ago was the best of all. We were married in Holmes, New York at Beulahland, the home of dear friends on the first Saturday in December, holding our collective breaths about the weather. As it happened, it was so warm, guests sat out on the large terraces. A week later the area was hit by a blizzard. I still have my beautiful white dress, and it still fits, although I do have to hold my breath. My father gave me away, tears in his eyes. Everyone danced. I’m told the food was delicious, but somehow neither my groom nor I sat down long enough to eat—common for wedding couples. One of my parents’ oldest friends told my mother, “If they always look at each other the way they’re looking at each other today, they’ll be a very happy couple.” Prescient words.Share your own thoughts about love, marriage, and above all, mysteries!"Katherine - I love your wedding story! Wish I could fit into my wedding dress - not going to happen, I'm afraid!I'll celebrate my 41st anniversary in October. We were both 19 when we got married in 1971. My husband moved to the U.S. from England in December 1967. In early 1969 his family moved to the town I lived in. This was during the British band craze, so word quickly spread that there was a new kid - from ENGLAND - at our school.I didn't actually meet him until the beginning of our senior year a few months later. I was the editor-in-chief of the school paper and we were in the same journalism class. We became good friends, but I had a longtime boyfriend who had moved away, and I was still going out with him long-distance. I finally broke up with him and started dating my husband-to-be a few days before my 18th birthday in 1970.This was taken at our wedding in 1971 - it was one of the hottest October days on record!Oh Becke, I just love this story—and the photo is truly priceless! You've inspired me to scan some of our wedding photos next time my son is around (not very good at it myself).
And I was the editor of my school paper too. For a time I thought I'd go into journalism, but a teaching job opened up when I graduated from college and I'm glad that was the path I took.
I hope people will post more stories and pictures!
Yep, I wanted to be Jessica Savitch - remember her? I saw myself as an investigative journalist (if I'd known Hank Phillippi Ryan back then...), but later realized I preferred making up my own stories to reporting other people's news.
If you scan your wedding pictures, let me know and I can upload them here for you. Here's a picture from Malice:
eadieburke wrote:
Yep, I wanted to be Jessica Savitch - remember her? I saw myself as an investigative journalist (if I'd known Hank Phillippi Ryan back then...), but later realized I preferred making up my own stories to reporting other people's news.
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Becke:
Jessica Sawitch died in New Hope, PA. There is a canal that runs right along the Delaware River. She was leaving a restaurant with a date and instead of heading toward the road, they turned toward the canal and the car went in and landed upside down and they both drowned. It was a terrible rainy night and very dark in back of the restaurant.
This restaurant was right down the street from where I met Brad Parks a few weeks ago!
Here's an account of what happened:
On October 23, 1983, Savitch had dinner with Martin Fischbein, vice-president of the New York Post, in New Hope, Pennsylvania. After the meal at Odette's Restaurant, they began to drive home about 7:15 pm, with Fischbein behind the wheel and Savitch in the back seat with her dog, Chewy.
Fischbein may have missed posted warning signs in a heavy rainfall, and he drove out of the wrong exit from the restaurant and up the towpath of the old Pennsylvania Canal's Delaware Division on the Pennsylvania side of the Delaware River. The car veered too far to the left and went over the edge into the shallow water of the canal. After falling approximately fifteen feet and landing upside down, the station wagon sank into deep mud that sealed the doors shut.
Savitch and Fischbein were trapped inside as water poured in. A local resident found the wreck at about 11:30 that night. Fischbein's body was still strapped behind the wheel, with Savitch and her dog in the rear. After the autopsies, the Bucks County coroner ruled that both had died from asphyxiation by drowning. He noted that Fischbein was apparently knocked unconscious in the wreck but Savitch had struggled to escape. There was no finding that drugs or alcohol had played any part in the crash.[2][4]
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I remember when she died I was so shocked and saddened. Somewhere around here I have a book about her.
There's another book, too:
KatherineHallPageKP wrote:
becke_davis wrote:
Good morning all! And wouldn't it be nice to be sitting together to really have a nice cuppa? Becke, you have the best graphics!
This site is a little too sophisticated for my taste - I like to add a splash of color and glitter whenever I can sneak it in! (And tea, of course...)
becke_davis wrote:
KatherineHallPageKP wrote:
becke_davis wrote:
Good morning all! And wouldn't it be nice to be sitting together to really have a nice cuppa? Becke, you have the best graphics!
This site is a little too sophisticated for my taste - I like to add a splash of color and glitter whenever I can sneak it in! (And tea, of course...)
It's close to teat time now and I'm about to stop for the day, but realized I haven't answered your earlier question about the popularity of the series. I think the main reason has been Faith Fairchild herself. Readers identify with her and her family. And then there's the puzzle...See you all tomorrow!
