Monday's post about Aunt Ruby reminded me of her wedding. Aunt Ruby lived with us when I was very young and shared my bedroom. Needless to say, she spoiled her little niece and I loved her dearly.
Before I turned four, my Aunt Ruby got married. I have a very limited memory of the events surrounding the wedding. I do remember seeing the beautiful long white wedding gown and the amazing wedding cake. And I recall knowing that her fiance Bob would soon be my "Uncle Bob."
I did not like getting dressed up and most especially I did not like hair ribbons in my unruly curly hair. But for Aunt Ruby's reception, I had to dress up AND wear a hair ribbon.
I have little recall of the reception save one very important detail. In all the wedding planning and talk about Aunt Ruby getting married, no one told me that it also meant AUNT RUBY WOULD MOVE OUT!!! I was fine with the Uncle Bob thing but I was furious about the fact that Aunt Ruby would no longer live at my house. Why didn't anyone tell me THAT? I pitched a fit and got sent to my room. Later I was brought out for photographs. I was still furious. I was angry at my parents, angry at my brother (who called me stupid for not knowing Aunt Ruby was moving), angry at Aunt Ruby and especially angry at this man I wasn't about to call Uncle.) My anger extended to the photographer who tried to amuse me with all the tricks at his disposal. I was having none of it. Not the comments about how cute I looked nor the squeaky toys. No, not even the sock monkey. Neither my father's pleading nor my mother's threats would change my attitude and facial expressions. Finally, they simply gave up and took the photographs. This is how I looked in all the single and group shots.
You might make me stand here, but you can't make me smile!
I was teased for years about my behavior at Aunt Ruby's reception. But I will defend it to this day so many years later. Everyone assumed I would know that getting married meant leaving, but that was too big for this three-and-a-half year old to comprehend.
I came to like Uncle Bob and every summer I got to spend two weeks with Aunt Ruby.
Aunt Ruby, you are still very special to me. Oh, and I'm sorry I ruined so many of your wedding photographs.