I can’t make too many observations about 1970 because no matter how you work the math, I wasn’t in existence yet. But in order for me to be conceived and born, fate had to bring my parents together at least for a few minutes. Actually, it was considerably longer than that.
They met in October 1969 at CYPC, a Catholic Young People’s Club (usually referred to simply as ‘the club’). Although my Dad wasn’t Catholic, he was brought along by his friend Frank to attend an event. My Dad initially began dating a girl named Mary that he met at the club before meeting my Mom. Frank ended up marrying Mary and they are still together.
Early dates of my parents included a hayride, a Blood, Sweat, and Tears concert and a Halloween party – the Halloween party ending in my Mom being deathly ill from an abcessed tooth. By Christmas my Dad had announced his intentions to marry my Mom. He proposed officially around February (by presenting a diamond ring inside a bag containing a six-pack of beer) and they were married on July 18, 1970. Since I wasn’t invited to the wedding, the only thing I can comment on is how young everybody looked and how ridiculous my Dad’s white shoes look today. Other than that, I find most of the other garb rather snazzy. They honeymooned in Gatlinburg, Tennessee.
Here are a couple of basic photos of the bride and groom with their parents and the wedding party, along with the original invitation.
Grandpa & Grandma Murphy, Mom & Dad, Grandma & Oscar Range
Pat Comer, Dottie, Bobbie, Bev, Darlene, Mom, Dad, Bill, Jim, John, Frank Rosati
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