The Road Taken: A “True Love” Wedding

Fate. Timing. Fate. Timing. Fate.

Bad timing.

G and I married during one of the coldest January’s on record, in minus degree weather, in a reform synagogue somewhere in Northern New Jersey. A thick sheet of ice lay over the entire region. Add to this, it had snowed heavily the night before.

My family and I had to drive out from Long Island. My father, an insurance salesman, was at the wheel. After 35 years of driving through the streets of New York, in all kinds of conditions, he knew a thing or two about maneuvering through the streets of the city in order to get to the George Washington Bridge and over into New Jersey. The roads were slick with black ice and there were mounds of snow everywhere. As I watched from the back seat, I knew this was probably my father’s toughest challenge yet, and it seemed touch and go as to whether we’d make it on time.

We would be getting married in the synagogue that G’s family had belonged to for more than 25 years.  On a prior trip home, I had spent a few days searching for the perfect gown. My mother and I had visited several bridal shops in Queens, and, in the end, I chose the very first gown I had tried on. That was the extent of my contribution to the planning of my wedding.  Which is probably why it didn’t feel like my wedding at all.  It belonged to my mother-in-law. She did all the work, selecting the caterer, the flowers, the invitations. She assigned two jobs to my parents: hiring of the photographer, and finding a band.  Which is why, at our Jewish wedding, we had a Puerto Rican photographer and a Cuban band that squeezed in some salsa music in between rounds of Hava Nagila. Both the photographer and the bandleader were clients of my father’s, having each purchased whole life insurance policies when my father was first starting out in the business.

They're playing "our" song, True Love, from the film, "High Society," with Bing Crosby and Grace Kelly.

So, why didn’t I plan my own wedding? I used as my excuse, the fact that I was 3,000 miles away in Seattle, and couldn’t possibly plan a wedding from that distance.  But the truth was, I wasn’t interested. I found the idea of it daunting and was relieved when G’s mother offered to do it all.  Besides, my family didn’t have that many people to invite. G’s parents, however, had many, over 100 in all, family, friends and acquaintances, who had invited them to their children’s weddings, and now they needed to reciprocate.  Quid pro quo, some would say.

Also, my other excuse was the Judaism factor. This was to be a Jewish wedding through and through. Kosher, too.  Though, I had recently converted, I figured my mother-in-law-to-be would know best how to plan a proper Jewish wedding, chuppah and all.

G and I did provide the main course for the kosher meal.  We carted 75 pounds of frozen, fresh salmon from Washington state to New Jersey, just so that all our guests could sample the Northwest delicacy. For many in attendance, this was their first taste of fresh salmon. The only kind they’d ever eaten before, was the kind you put on a bagel. Lox.

Despite the weather outside, growing colder by the minute, the wedding inside the temple went smoothly. As would be expected, my mother got teary during the ceremony, and later, during the reception held on the synagogue’s upper level, my father walked around like a proud peacock.

There was dancing. A few weeks before the wedding, the bandleader had called G and me in Seattle to find out what “our song” was.  We just looked at each other, baffled by the question, mostly because we realized we didn’t have a song to call our own, so we had no idea what to tell him.  But that night, we watched on TV, High Society, a musical remake of The Philadelphia Story, starring Bing Crosby and Grace Kelly.  In it, there’s a scene where Bing, whose character is divorced from Grace Kelly’s, sings to her, the song, “True Love.” It’s a bittersweet scene, since clearly they still have feelings for each other, but the song itself, is rather hokey.

Well, with no better song on the horizon, that’s the one we picked. Which is what the band played when we got up to dance. And now, looking back, I see that it’s kind of ironic, too.  That the song we chose was a song written for a couple who had already divorced. Fait accompli.

The worst part of the day had to be the icy conditions.  Because of the inclement weather, I had arrived with barely enough time to get dressed.  Many guests were late, so we had to delay the start of the ceremony a bit.  And when it came time to leave, only one guest was unable to, on account that their car froze in the parking lot. They were cousins of mine from Queens, so G and I offered to drive them home, as we were spending our wedding night in a hotel near the JFK airport.

The next day, I would be leaving for Houston to attend a three-day, work-related conference. The plan was that G would meet me in four days for a New Orleans honeymoon.  And it proved to be the kind of honeymoon, where, everywhere we went, people could tell. They didn’t have to ask. They smiled at us, as we walked hand in hand, along Bourbon Street. They brought us extra glasses of Mimosas, as we dined at the Court of Two Sisters for brunch.  They made room for us when we entered the crowded hall to hear the famous Preservation Hall Jazz Band perform. Everyone seemed to know and looked kindly upon us. We were newlyweds and we were so in love.

Then, two months later, I met Rick. Talk about bad timing.

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27 thoughts on “The Road Taken: A “True Love” Wedding

  1. Well, you know I planned my wedding. But truth be told now, I wouldn’t care who did it for me. I’m not even sure we’d have a big wedding now. Take the cash and run, I say.

  2. And she leaves us with another cliffhanger! Seriously woman, talk about building suspense! I cannot wait to read about Rick! I wonder what twists and turns this story will take with a new character in the mix. “We had a Puerto Rican photographer and a Cuban band that squeezed in some salsa music in between rounds of Hava Nagila.” Best sentence in the whole post! I”m still laughing my ass off! Oh my goodness! How I would’ve loved to have been in attendance! I can just hear the Cuban and the Puerto Rican commiserating on what landed them in a Jewish wedding! hee hee! 🙂 And what, pray tell is a chuppah?

      • Woman, I’m tickled pink my comments crack you up. That said, I had to pipe in one more time to say I clicked on the link of the chuppah, and I mean no disrespect when I say this, but it looks like a sheet held up with some tree branches. Consider yourself lucky for having saddled your then mother in law with this one. hee hee! 🙂

  3. A truly superstitious person would question why you even went through this, Monica. I mean, look at the signs — a bride who’s leery about planning her wedding, inclement weather, no special song. . . .At least you had a good time in New Orleans — that Southern hospitality must have made you feel warm and wonderful! Now, let’s get to this installment about Rick!

  4. I agree, such a teaser ending!! Tell us more about Rick!!

    And I had no idea High Society had so much meaning to you when we watched it! Oh, the irony…

    Great post, Monica!!

  5. Your blog posts always spur me to search my own memories. I haven’t thought of my wedding in years because it was so long ago, but this did the trick. Loved sharing your story and can’t wait to hear the story of Rick…..

  6. I didn’t plan my wedding either. I was working in Houston and we had our December wedding in Illinois, so my mom planned it all. The only thing I had to worry about was not slipping on the ice in my dress.

    • Definitely, I recommend High Society highly. Great cast that include Frank Sinatra and Louis Armstrong. It’s lively, romantic and very frothy. Good music, too. And I don’t hold it against it, that “True Love” song. It was terribly sappy, but we couldn’t think of any other song to call our own. And perhaps that says more about us than it does about the song.

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