They were married in the Sacred Heart in a nuptial mass. The Reverand Thomas O’Kane, a family friend of Los Altos married them and a few decades later by coincidence the very same Reverend O’Kane married my Uncle Bill and Aunt Midge.
Nani’s dress was a simple slip of princess seamed silk satin in white with a tremendous lace jacket to top things off. The jacket featured many charming details including dramatic leg of mutton sleeves with pointed hems, a Peter Pan collar and a front closure of a million tiny buttons and loops. Being Catholic, she carried a prayer book trailing ribbons and an exquisite shower of white orchids and lilies of the valley.
Sadly, Nani didn’t have the foresight for vintage. She packed her wedding dress into a box and left it on the top shelf in her closet. Around age 5, my Mother found out there was a wedding dress in the closet and she begged and begged to see it. Nani would pull it down and show it to her. Repeatedly. Eventually my Mother talked Nani into letting her try it on despite it being too big, she just HAD to see how the train fell in back. As the years past my Mother and Uncle Bill had a stage in the attic complete with curtains that could be drawn and Nani’s dress became a costume and lived out it’s life in that hot uninsulated attic. So the lesson to learn this Wedding Dress Wednesday is: Don’t let children play with your wedding dress.
More snapshots of 1938 wedding guests to follow in the morning. My friend Blaire just opened Hale Pele and I fear I may have imbibed too much to manage adding photos.