We were married in Princess Anne, Maryland, which was not all that far from Ocean City where Rock lived. I lived in Wilmington, DE and we alternated weekends in each city for about eight months. It was 1976. We had a hard time finding a Pastor who would marry us because we were both divorced. Finally, Rock remembered he had an old college buddy who had become a Methodist minister and was currently in Princess Anne. So we called him and he gave us a time for a ceremony on a Saturday afternoon.
But he still didn't marry us. He was a volunteer for the Coast Guard and was out on a boat, but expected to be back in plenty of time for the ceremony. A retired minister who lived nearby and his wife were to be the witnesses; we had no other attendants. Unfortunately, there was an emergency and the boat did not get in on time, so he evidently radioed the retiree who ended up marrying us.
I wanted to wear something new and special, and shopped all morning. I couldn't find a thing that I liked that looked filmy and seaside, so settled for a tailored pink pantsuit (this was the 70's, remember? I think it was polyester knit). It wasn't until the weekend was over that I realized we had taken no photos! I wanted no reminder of that pink pant suit, but it would have been nice to have had a visual memory.
We had no honeymoon--we were in a resort city anyway, and I was winding things down in Wilmington before I transferred to the southernmost county closest to Ocean City. So we went out to a fancy restaurant that had entertainment following dinner. The Master of Ceremonies was a friend of Rocky's. Then we went to our new home, a house that Rocky was remodeling, and the next 33 years flew past until now we're here and guess what? we still like, and love, each other!
