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Wedding Day-Assignment 2, Part 2
Rewrite of Wedding Day for Part 2 of Assignment on Freytag's Pyramid
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Putting my pen down from writing to my children, I picked up my cup of coffee. Thirty-eight years ago I married Henry Thomas Cummings. We had three wonderful children from this union.Resolution

My letter had given them a bird's eye view of August 1, 1970, my wedding day:

Your Dad had his own set of problems with alcoholism being the biggest. Hind sight is twenty/twenty.We were happy for a long time and I cannot help but believe if I had been stronger, or more open to admitting what the problem was earlier, perhaps I could have changed our history. If I had committed him to a facility, maybe he would have made a decision to control his drinking instead of allowing it to consume him and destroy our lives.

Les, Tommy, and Becky I want you to know I loved your daddy the day I married him. I loved him the day he died. I will always carry that love in my heart.
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Our wedding day went something like this:I stood in a foyer dressed in a long white dress adorned woth lace and pearls, a long flowing train looking into your grandfather's eyes as he offered me a way out as we waited for the wedding march to begin. Pop said to me, "It's not too late to back out baby."Rising Action

Kissing his cheek, I assured Pop everything would be okay and making the most important decision I would ever make we proceeded to take the walk of my life down the aisle of that old country church.Climax

This was not just my dream, it was my mother's also. She and Pop eloped and she'd always missed not being able to plan a wedding. I could not disappoint or embarrass her even if I had not wanted to get married, but I was hopelessly in love with your Daddy.

Much preparation had gone into making this day most eventful. A trip to Jackson was a really big thing back then. Your grandmother chose patterns and materials for the wedding gown and bridesmaid dresses. I had seen the dress of my dreams but knew it would cost entirely too much for the material it would take to make it. I chose to allow this to be your grandmother's day to shine. I had always tried to please her and could not take away the pleasure of planning this day from top to bottom exactly the way she wanted it to be done.

That was exactly the way it was played out too. The only thing I requested was to have yellow for the color scheme because that was my grandfather's favorite color.

I wanted the church to smell of gardenias and have them in the window sills, over the doorways, for the flower displays and even in my bouquet. Mama wanted gladiolus so that is what we had. The flowers turned out to be beautiful even if they lacked the scent the gardenias would have produced. The wedding was all Mama had dreamed.

The only hitch was the groomsmen and groom planned to wear new cowboy boots, COWBOY BOOTS!!! Mama almost had a hissy-fit. Some things she couldn't control however. The wedding was beautiful in spite of the boots and Mama was the only one who seemed to notice.
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I walked in the church doors with one name and out the door with another. Your Dad and I had an apartment that cost us $50.00 a month...a lot of money when your total income was $147.00 a month. It was hot, hot, hot...no air conditioners, no money for fans, but we lived. We were happy, so happy in those early years.Falling Action I regret not knowing what to do about the drinking and abuse, but I don't regret having married him on August 1, 1970.Resolution




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