I open an email from my writer friend, Vicki. She wants to know if I received her newsletter last week inviting me to her writing workshop. I did not. She also wants to know if I am still taking part in a Sunday morning circle of writer friends on Zoom.
Love this post, Sandy! Dr Dentons for your honeymoon? How cold IS it in Canada?
Two stories about my parents’ honeymoon. They got married in 1959 a week after graduating from college and two weeks before my dad had to report to Officer Candidate School for the Marine Corps. They were a few months shy of 22. For the honeymoon they drove from New Jersey to Sea Island, Georgia (and where they now live).
On the drive, my dad was smoking and tossed the cigarette out the window. They had all the windows down as they drove and unbeknownst to him, the cigarette flew back in and landed on his crotch. He started feeling something kind of hot and decided maybe that’s how you feel on the way to your honeymoon (gak!). Then he realized he was getting burned, pulled the car over, jumped out and (as my mom tells it) “was doing a crazy dance brushing at his you know what!” She was mortified.
But she was not as mortified as he was when they pulled into the hotel in Pennsylvania where they’d spend the first night. My mother stuffed a pillow under her dress to look like she was pregnant. “I didn’t want them to know we were on our honeymoon. It would be too embarrassing to think they knew we were going to have S-E-X.”
I am sure the thought never occurred to her that the desk clerk probably labeled her a tramp who got knocked up before her wedding. I am also not clear on how long she kept up the pillow charade. But my sister and I love to laugh about that!
Ha ha ha! This made me laugh, I had forgotten about that idea but I’m still collecting material.
I don’t know much about my parents honeymoon except that they pushed the wedding from June next year, to December of 54. That got the gossips talking but surprisingly, I was born a full year later. Darn….what kind of fun is that.
Love this post, Sandy! Dr Dentons for your honeymoon? How cold IS it in Canada?
Two stories about my parents’ honeymoon. They got married in 1959 a week after graduating from college and two weeks before my dad had to report to Officer Candidate School for the Marine Corps. They were a few months shy of 22. For the honeymoon they drove from New Jersey to Sea Island, Georgia (and where they now live).
On the drive, my dad was smoking and tossed the cigarette out the window. They had all the windows down as they drove and unbeknownst to him, the cigarette flew back in and landed on his crotch. He started feeling something kind of hot and decided maybe that’s how you feel on the way to your honeymoon (gak!). Then he realized he was getting burned, pulled the car over, jumped out and (as my mom tells it) “was doing a crazy dance brushing at his you know what!” She was mortified.
But she was not as mortified as he was when they pulled into the hotel in Pennsylvania where they’d spend the first night. My mother stuffed a pillow under her dress to look like she was pregnant. “I didn’t want them to know we were on our honeymoon. It would be too embarrassing to think they knew we were going to have S-E-X.”
I am sure the thought never occurred to her that the desk clerk probably labeled her a tramp who got knocked up before her wedding. I am also not clear on how long she kept up the pillow charade. But my sister and I love to laugh about that!
Ha ha ha! This made me laugh, I had forgotten about that idea but I’m still collecting material.
I don’t know much about my parents honeymoon except that they pushed the wedding from June next year, to December of 54. That got the gossips talking but surprisingly, I was born a full year later. Darn….what kind of fun is that.