Just a small town girl, living in a Minneota world
Took a walk through a cornfield, not going anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in Northeast Minneapolis
Took to a cornfield to a pheasant hunt...
Not long after, that city boy, Master Sergeant Bob O’Rourke, asked my Grandma Birdie June for her hand in marriage. She happily said yes and began planning for her Catholic wedding. Grandpa Bob knew there was a good possibility the Air Force might be shipping him to Europe soon, but he had no idea they’d have just two weeks.
Birdie bought a new suit for her special day, a brown checked blazer and brown wool skirt. She found the perfect matching hat and coordinating brown suede shoes. Her no fuss outfit makes me wonder what she must have thought of my own white cupcake dress.
The ceremony was held in the parish house since my grandmother hadn’t been able to finish her classes for Catholic preparation. They had a small ceremony, only twenty guests. Her future sister-in-law, Aunt Dodo, stood by her side as she said her vows in a speedy, especially for Catholic standards, five minute service. To this day, she worries the priest presumed it was a shotgun wedding. But within weeks, the Minneota, Minnesota girl was following her new husband across the ocean.
In honor of the candy heart, box of chocolate, inflated rose price holiday, it’s nice to flashback to an easier journey down the aisle, in the days of long walks and matchmaking in the cornfields.