March 26, 1946
Here I am once again darling still on the wrong side, but as you say they can’t keep me over here forever. No letter from you today darling but I sort of expected it as was Tuesday. I hope you are okay darling as this leaves me but very very lonely for you. Still no sailing papers but it’s one day nearer darling to that Wonderful day. Everything here is just about the same, it was another lovely Spring day but I didn’t see much of it in the shop. We had another letter from Albert today, he said he hopes to be coming home about June, what with Danny, him and me it sure is a race to see who gets where first. We weren’t very busy today in the shop, I guess it was too nice for the people to worry about shopping. We are just listening to the Vocal Touch on the wireless, that sure is a romantic program, but I really don’t need anything like that to set me thinking about you, I’m doing that all day and nearly all night too. I took my camera to the shop yesterday, as there was something wrong with it, I couldn’t seem to see through it, anyway he said he thinks it only needs cleaning but he would see to it so maybe I’ll be able to take some snaps soon in case you have forgotten what I look like. We have been married twenty-one weeks today darling, do you feel like an old married man? I shall never forget every minute of that day darling as long as I live. How the car broke down and how when we got back we kept going down the whisky bottle, do you remember darling? It all ended well and being married to you has made me the happiest girl in the world, if only we could be together. If only I knew exactly when I would be coming I wouldn’t feel as bad, it’s just this uncertainty I don’t like but I suppose I mustn’t grumble, some of the wives have waited a long time more than me. I sure don’t know how they stand it. Darling I guess that’s about all the news for tonight I’m afraid it’s not much but I guess you know by now how much I love you and miss you. I only wish I could show you in actions but one day, please God, darling I’ll show you (are you getting scared?). Well darling, I’ll guess I’ll trot along now and save my energy for then, Good-night darling, God Bless You and may all your dreams be pleasant ones. Good-Luck Sweetheart. Au-revoir. All my love to you forever.
Your everloving wifey,
I LOVE YOU (in x’s)
March 27, 2013
It’s so great being able to read about your wedding day. I always love it when Papa tells the stories of that day and to read this, is just icing on the cake. It’s especially exciting because our wedding date is set, which has made my mind wander lately thinking about what that day will be like. To hear you recall details of unfortunate events that happened on that day makes me realize that this is life and of course it happens. Papa always shares the story of how many loopholes and paperwork he had to sort out to get permission to marry you. The government sure didn’t make it easy, nor the army, the church, your parents or his. After bringing in this paper and that, Papa eventually got so sick of it all, that he stormed up to his commanding officers desk, slammed the papers down, and firmly said, “I will marry her, and I don’t care what anyone says.” The officer replied with a calm “well…if you feel that strongly about it…go ahead.”
The two of you didn’t even end up getting married on your original date either. It was planned that you two would marry on October 27th, 1945. Due to weather conditions and the fact that Papa, who was stationed in France at the time, couldn’t cross the choppy Channel, you ended up marrying on Tuesday, October 30th, 1945. Papa also tells to story of the car breaking down and how your nieces and nephews greeted you saying “Hi Mrs. Wiebe!” He always giggles when he imitates your irritated response of “Oh shut-up! We’re not married yet!” By the looks of the bar bill and the stories shared, it seems regardless of all that occurred, you sure did have a grand time. What fun!
I love looking through your wedding photos to notice the little details that paint a perfect picture of the time…your wartime purple skirt-suit, the four person wedding party, and the mini invitations. Reading up on the time, has also made me realize what it must have been like to get married just after the war…the rations, the quick planning, and the true essence of love that was undeniable on those wedding days.
Admittedly, I’m not really the kind of gal who’s always dreamed of the day I would walk down the aisle. My perspective has changed since the cynical stage I went through when I was single. Bless the 15 friends who got married in those two years, who had to put up with my attitude and continual emphasis on talking about marriage as opposed to wedding day details. I get it a bit more now, and have actually been quite excited in recent days about things like my dress, wedding colours and making lists of what is truly important to us on that day. A few things that I value are on that list: documenting the day, making sure our guests and the two of us have the time of our lives and dance the night away, and (this one’s hard to admit, but true) having nice hair. Of course the MOST important, is that the day is filled with so much love and at the end of the day, I am married to the man of my dreams…my best friend.
Having heard stories of amazing couples who have experienced wedding day mishaps: lousy D.J.’s, hairstyle disasters, cameramen who forget that the lens cap was on the entire day…and your experience of having to postpone the day all together. What I can learn from all of the couples above, along with you and Papa, is that as long as we are married at the end of the day…we’re golden!
With a granddaughter’s love & admiration,