On my parent's wedding day, my mother was walked down the aisle by her uncle, Brian Moore. Brian's daughter Margaret and my father's youngest sister were flower girls, and the cake was a model of St. Benedict's, with figures of the bridal party standing in front. My father's uncle Martin was his best man, and later became my Godfather. My mother's sister Etta was feeling poorly as she was expecting her first child, my cousin Billy.
My parents were in their early twenties, Dad was in the Army and Mom worked at Dollar Savings Bank on Fordham Road.
Today would have been their 46th wedding anniversary. Mom died at the end of 2002, and I still miss her.
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