Forty two years ago, on 10 May 1969, Bill and I were married. We had only known each other for six months and many of our friends said, "It won't last." I think we have proved them wrong.
|On the way to the reception. Someone plonked a present into Bill's arms.|
Bill and I met in Papua/New Guinea, where we were working at the time. We thought it would be unfair to Bill's parents to be married in my home town, Sydney and we thought it would be unfair to my parents if we married in Bill's country of Switzerland. So we decided to get married in P/NG with our friends. Now I think that was a bit cruel, especially as my brother paid for my parents to fly to Pt Moresby for the marriage. Now I feel bad that Bill's parents weren't able to come.
We didn't have a church wedding. We were married in the District Office by the District Officer of Pt Moresby. P/NG was governed by Australia in those days. We had a small private ceremony followed by a reception in "The Purple Parrot Restaurant" We booked out the whole restaurant.
This was the sixties in the tropics so I wore a mini dress, can you believe that? Poor Bill wore a suit and was sweltering in the heat. The photographer was a dud and we haven't any decent photos of our marriage. However, we have 42 years of happy memories.
We are going out to dinner tonight.