A wedding in the early 60s

 

This blog posting should be called “Memories are not made of this”. I went to a wedding around 1962 and took a dozen or so pictures. Now I’m flummoxed. I don’t recognise the bride or groom, I don’t recognise a single guest and I cannot even place the church despite three good shots of its surroundings.

I took a self-portrait while I was there (presumably while waiting for the bride and groom to emerge from the church) by holding the camera at arm's length. Judging by my collar I obviously wasn’t a guest at the wedding. {Both Mum and I always stuck our tongues out when concentrating on throwing darts as well!}