SEPIA SATURDAY 411 : 24 MARCH 2018
WEDDINGS : GARDEN PORTRAITS : BRIDE : FLOWERS
Like the other Sepia Saturday theme images for March, the theme image for Sepia Saturday 411 comes from the Flickr Commons stream of the Vancouver Public Library. This 1928 photograph of Florence Timms might put you in mind of weddings and brides, and flowers and ... whatever you can come up with.
This week I looked at the photo of the bride and saw sadness and tension. I hope Florence was happy on her wedding day, but it doesn't show in her face. I made up a little scenario to fit the photo. My apologies to Florence wherever she may be (I couldn't find her on Google) and I hope her wedding was a happy event.
“Any word yet?” asked the bride.
“No dear. But don’t worry,” said Aggie, her mother, straightening the scalloped hem of her daughter’s dress. “They’ll be here soon.” She tried to keep her tone light and positive, but inwardly she was losing hope. The scalloped dress hem mirrored the course of her daughter’s relationship with Charles—up and down, down and up, on and off like a roller coaster ride.
Sandra, sister of the bride, looked at her watch again. The two bridesmaids were beginning to sweat. It was 2:59 and the ceremony was to begin at 3:00.
The bride shifted in the seat and licked her lips. She wondered why the photographer had set the chair on a piece of carpet. It was unsteady and she was uneasy, like she could tip over with the slightest wrong move. As if she wasn't nervous enough!
She pulled her feet close together, squared her shoulders and clutched the bouquet to her chest. Maybe he's not going to show up. And maybe it would be for the best, she thought. After all, she was a modern woman and it was 1928. Charles wanted her to resign her beloved nursing job to stay home and keep house. They'd argued and argued over this. It wasn't the only on-going disagreement they had.
In these modern times could she be happy living as a single, independent woman?
But, left at the altar, would be a terrible humiliation! She’d be a reject. Her lip trembled. Should she get up, throw the bouquet aside and walk out—be the one who left, and not the one left-over and betrayed? While she thought over her options, she looked up and into the camera.
And from my own cigar-box of family photos, my husband's beloved aunt Frankie's wedding, about the same vintage as our prompt photo today. Unlike Florence, Frankie was a happy, smiling bride. On the extreme left is Frankie's sister Lorraine. My mother-in-law, Patti is on Frankie's right. The women all hold elaborate bouquets, each one different. Frankie's husband was a musician who worked in various LA studios writing music for films. I don't know who his best man was.
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