Tuesday, May 3, 2022

What went wrong on your wedding day? 💒 👰‍♀️

What went wrong on your wedding day? 💒 👰‍♀️ Was the meme posted on the Facebook page of my long-time  friend, Kohn Case III today. My response:


When we left the reception in our 1956 Porsche, we made it all the way from Kingston to New Brunswick (remember the old RT. 1 traffic circle?). Connie asked me, do you have the Travelers’ Cheques?!” Oops, no!  Zip around the circle back to Kingston. Good! Got the cheques. Now back to New Brunswick. At the light by the old J&J ESDP facility, a Mustang with 4 young men in it pointed at my car and made some disparaging comments about it. Green light! I punch the gas pedal, first gear to redline. Shift! Second gear to redline. Shift….SHIT! I can’t get it out of second. Bent something in the shifting fork on the transaxle. No gears coasting or 2nd. I pull over, pop the cover off the transaxle access port. Wiggle some metal. No joy. Manage to get grease on Connie’s new getaway dress. She’s super pissed off, not only because I forgot our travel money, blew up the transaxle “racing,” but now I’ve ruined her dress. 


Howard Johnson’s Motor Hotel at Routes 1 and 18 was a sad place to start our honeymoon trip to Sturbridge Village and Boston. 


I forgot to mention, we limped back to her parent’s house, unpacked the Shop Rite bags we stuffed into the Porsche (which had no trunk) and put them in her 1967 Mercury Comet Caliente with its 289 cid V-8 and not much gas. 


How we survived that night and went to celebrate 43 years of mostly wedded bliss is testament to her deserved sainthood and my everlasting purge in Dante’s Hell.


Monday, May 22, 2017

My 1970 Wedding in Kingston, NJ

Margaret B. “Peggy” Wesp’s Wedding Plan – June 20, 1970

As I was going through stuff from the attic in my house, I have encountered many treasures: professionally framed oil paintings by my maternal grandmother that she created after she retired to Mesa, AZ and perfected her craft; photographs of long-gone relatives of Connie’s throughout the decades; and, a scrapbook that Connie began to build on or shortly after the day we first met.  More about that last later in another installment.

First, I want to share the prize that I found today in the form of a yellow pad, a number of envelopes, and, within those envelopes, receipts for nearly everything associated with our wedding reception! That’s right, my mother-in-law (or my wife) never tossed out the minutiae that chronicled that precious day in our lives!

So, I’m going to share with you what I found (and never knew before today, 47 years after the event!)

The Kingston Volunteer Fire Company provided their hall. I did not find a bill so I would have suspected that, since Connie’s mother, Peggy Wesp and her maternal grandmother, Catherine Brabson, were members of the Ladies Auxiliary, there would not have been a charge for the use of the hall.  However, the budget lists $40.00 for the Firehouse and $15 for the use of the kitchen.

Joseph Scasserra of 1096 Ottawa St., North Brunswick, NJ 08902 provided the following:

128 Dinners @ $4.60 per person
$588.80
Rental of tablecloths & napkins
$20.00
Paper Cups for punch
$3.00
Rental of punch bowls
$5.00
ICE (via Mr. Teague of Princeton)
$10.00
TOTAL
$626.80

Cake Specialties of 161 Throop Avenue, New Brunswick, NJ provided the all-white wedding cake. Their part was $106.25 – the cake cost $65.00 with an added charge of $5.25 for the vanilla custard filling. They also delivered $36.00 worth of cookies (no amount specified). The hand-written budget mentions “Santisi’s Cake Shop.”

Ken Smith Studio was our photographer. He hailed from Hendrickson Drive in Princeton Junction, NJ 08850 and his fee included the price of the service plus:

Wedding Album
$215.00
One 8X10 in a folder
$10.00
Four 4X5 prints in Folders
$14.00
One Parents Album
$29.50
Subtotal
$268.50
Sales Tax
$13.43
Gross Amount
$281.93
Less deposits paid
$150.00
Amount due
$131.93

There are receipts for two $75.00 deposits paid before and after the wedding itself. A hand-written note on the itemized list above reads, “Paid. Ken Smith. Thank You”

No wedding would be complete without a florist and this one was no exception. Flowers by Evelyn, at 117 West Ward Street, Hightstown, N.J., lists the following items (without dollar signs):

Bride’s Bouquet
15.00
3 attendants 12.00 @
36.00
Bride’s mother carn. & roses
3.50
Groom’s mother carn
2.50
2 Grandmothers carn. & soc
5.00
6 carn. Bouts.
3.00
Altar flowers
20.00
White carpet
15.00
13 centerpieces 2.50 @
32.50
4 white candles
1.00

133.50
Tax
6.68

140.18

The most impressive document is the “Contract Blank” from the American Federation of Musicians of the United States and Canada. My father-in-law, Phil Wesp, was a union carpenter all his adult life, so one would expect him to honor the union tradition and hire only union musicians!  This “Band or Group” called the “Johnny Ray Orchestra” belonged to Local Number 204. The location and the date are listed, as well as the following notation: “Music to start at 6 PM to 10 PM.”  The “WAGE AGREED UPON $” (yes, it’s all in upper case letters on an otherwise mixed case document) is $135.00.

Another piece of yellow pad lists the amount for the Music by Johnny Ray as $175.00. Apparently, the Wesp’s final budget did not allow for an extra hour, which would have cost an additional $40!

Did I mention that the envelope with the contract bears a common error?  It’s addressed to Mr. Phillip West, rather than Wesp!  The smiling left profile of President Franklin D. Roosevelt, embossed on a 6 cent United States postage stamp helped the misprinted envelope find its way from 3142 Highway 27, Kendall Park, New Jersey 08824 down the road a couple of miles to Laurel Avenue in Kingston.

Other items on the budget sheet, in Peggy’s perfect Palmer Method script list $35.00 to St. Paul’s Church (which I suspect was the honorarium for the priest), Wine @ $17.00, Liquor @ $130.00, Anne Tocco (for playing organ) $25.00, and a brief memo to “ask Armand for glasses.” The bartender budget was $20 for the 4 hours of the reception.

Additionally, there are reminders to get “Pretzels, Pot. Chips, Drips (sic), Crackers.” All this was to be delivered to the firehouse by 12:30 PM on Saturday, June 20, 1970. 

Peggy and her daughter were inveterate list-makers.  Their list also included the invitations, stamps and place cards, although no amounts are evident. I found about 30 place cards but kept only a few as “souvenirs” since I don’t remember ever seeing them before!

The menu was quite nice, on paper, although my recollection of the actual meal is pretty sketchy. If it didn’t show up in the wedding album, I’m probably not likely to recall much about the details of the day!  I can’t remember whether I had anything to drink which might lead to memory loss, or if I just don’t remember because it was a long time ago.

Whatever. Here’s what’s on the yellow pad:
  • ·         Fresh Fruit w/Sherbert (sic)
  • ·         Tossed salad w/French Dressing
  • ·         Roast Beef
  • ·         Baked Potato Mashed Pot (yes, the original starch was scratched out and replaced)
  • ·         French style Green Beans w/almonds
  • ·         Vanilla Ice Cream
  • ·         Wedding Cake
  • ·         Coffee
  • ·         Rolls & Butter
  • ·         Celery, Olives & Radishes


Apparently, they changed the guest list and knocked off 5 people because the menu caps out at “123 Dinners” vs. the 128 above. Or perhaps 5 more were added after this list was written.  We’ll never know!

Recapping, the total cost of our shindig (not including any incidentals that are not detailed here) works out to be about $1,572.16. For 128 guests, that works out to a seemingly frugal $12.28 per person!

Just for kicks, I looked up the US Inflation Calculator website to see what $12.28 corresponds to in 2017 dollars.  (http://www.usinflationcalculator.com) is the site.  That same dozen dollars would require an expenditure of a reasonable $77.39 – because, according to their algorithm, the cumulative rate of inflation since then works out to be about 530.2%!





Friday, March 21, 2014

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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Back Home in Tears

I knew it would come to this: I'd go away for a couple of weeks, try to cope as best as can be expected (maybe better) and, despite my predictions to the contrary, come home to this empty house - this shell devoid of Connie's warmth. At least my son was here to greet me warmly; for that I'm truly grateful. But then I got the mail.

The mail.

A pile a foot or more deep. Letters. Sympathy cards. Catholic Mass cards. There are letters from those benefiting from the largess of our friends. Overwhelming love and caring seeps through as I slash through each envelope, tearing and clawing at the rough paper to unveil the uniqueness conveyed by each correspondent. The tears come easily. The missing is amplified. The pain of loss is almost too much for the heart. They call it grief. I prefer despair.

And yet, somehow, the mail confirms. It fills the emptiness of house and converts it to a home again. It's filled with blessings, with happy people remembering this beautiful soul that I was all too fortunate to love for so long. For too short a time.

My distress is dampened a bit. Perhaps it's from the tears trailing down my cheeks, cooling, soothing, as if they were some indeterminate potion. It reminds me of how many lives were touched and transformed by knowing her. By working with her. By loving her.

I vow to add another post, another update to a tale worth telling. I hope to find a fresh phrase that expresses thanks in my own way. Fighting off cliches, I beg forgiveness for delaying my response. I promise to subdue despair. I pledge to read the mail.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Boy and Car





Left: Gerry N2GJ in front of his old 1978 Toyota (which was brand new when this photo was taken!)

Right: Gerry N2GJ sitting at his ham shack in Kingston, NJ in 1978. This photo became the picture on his QSL card (he bought 1,000 of them and still has a few left!) Note the Kenwood TS-520, D-104 microphone, RCA Tac-Tec handi-talkie, The SBE-144 2-meter transceiver and the CDE Rotor box (that drove my Ham-M rotor that turned my TA-36/40 beam). OH, and the "Not a CB'er" bumper sticker....

My Favorite Airplane of All Time


Here is a photo of a model built by Ron Peterka of Ramona, CA. I saw a picture of this plane (a Ryan STA) in a magazine and wrote to him to say how much I liked it. He sent me an original photo of it (along with a gorgeous photo of a model Gee Bee racer he also built). This is a 1/6th scale model. I hope you like it as much as I do!

I believe Steve Pitcairn (of the autogiro family fame) actually owns an original STA -- at least I remember seeing a photo of him flying one on the cover of an airplane magazine a bunch of years ago.