Friday, April 12, 2013

Remains of the Day


They still look beautiful, this pair of shoes…worn just for one day.  One day.  One very special day.

BRIDE10_12_01--Velda 2

A gift to me by my mother.  Carefully kept all the years in between that special day and now.  They are for me to care for now—and then my daughters in their turn…


My grandmother, Velda, was the oldest child the family, and I know that—for her—on that day in 1937, everything was to be done just right.  Perfect.  Nothing but the best would do.  Her parents would have made sure of that…


The dress handmade by loving family hands with the finest of materials…the shoes--a beautiful, white satin--expertly made.  The best.


The veil—sheer and gauzy, brittle now, but lovely still…


…careful handmade folds—garland-like—encircled her golden curls that day…


A lovely, loopy bow of luscious satin was with the rest—meant to grace the bouquet, I would imagine…


…a large satiny, pleated bow with heavy wire attached—for the back of her dress, I wonder?


All the elements combined.  Once crisply white, they have now settled comfortably into a soft creaminess.    The remains of a beautiful, splendid day.  Just one day that made all the difference in our family.  One very special day…