From: commons.wikipedia.org
George and Martha Washington were married on January 6, 1769, at White
House, the estate Martha had inherited from her first husband, Daniel Parke
Custis. Many festivities took place during this time of year. Likely, Martha
prepared for numerous guests and stocked for them to stay an indefinite time
period. Daniel, twenty years older than Martha, had been her husband for eight
years before his death, probably from a heart attack. Eighteen months later,
she married George, who was almost a year younger. A beautiful widow, aged
twenty-six, with two children and an impressive inheritance, Martha made quite
a catch.
Showing posts with label Wedding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wedding. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 11, 2022
George and Martha Washington's Wedding
Saturday, August 24, 2013
A New Chapter
This weekend, I will be with the wonderful Ingram,
Abee, and Bare families at the wedding of Matt Abee and Kinli Bare, two
outstanding legal professionals, who will marry in Old Main auditorium at
Wofford University on the stage where Matt asked for a first date and later proposed.
For the last two years, Matt has been my law clerk and Kinli has distinguished
herself as a tenacious prosecutor. Now, they begin a new chapter in their lives
with love, laughter, and exceptional organization.
I’m grateful they have
allowed me to be part of the experience. Congratulations and best wishes!
Friday, July 19, 2013
Celebrating Love and Laughter
I celebrate my parents'
wedding anniversary today. My uncle Roy Okes (mother's
brother behind the couple) gave the bride away.
This picture from Fort Bragg, North Carolina, was taken by
my uncle John C. Turner. He and my aunt Emogene (mother's
sister and attendant, exiting the church behind mother) married the following year.
When I was thirteen, my mother took the dress from the cedar chest and let me model it for Uncle Roy. I walked out on my grandparents' porch where he sat on the swing. He wrinkled his nose and said, “Smells like cedar.” He was so right!
When I was thirteen, my mother took the dress from the cedar chest and let me model it for Uncle Roy. I walked out on my grandparents' porch where he sat on the swing. He wrinkled his nose and said, “Smells like cedar.” He was so right!
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