At my parents’ house, while excavating closets and drawers filled with stuff accumulated during 62 years of marriage, I came upon these two boxes:
I was 99 percent certain what was in them but still held my breath while removing the lids. They contained my mother’s wedding gown, worn October 8, 1950
and her veil:
It’s a shame these two items sat poorly wrapped in my grandma’s attic for 40 years, exposed to extreme heat and extreme cold. The tulle on the veil was in such a fragile state most of it had torn away from the headpiece.
The dress is made entirely of lace overlaid on what looks to be a satin skirt and bodice. Here is a picture of my mom in her dress with her mother and her maid of honor.
In another box my brother and I found in the basement, we found the handkerchief Mom carried on her wedding day:
My dad gave me permission to take the dress and veil home. I do have plans for them, but they will take awhile to implement.
In a different closet, I found my wedding dress, not nearly as elegant as Mom’s, but still pretty:
It’s nothing fancy, but I loved the simplicity of the plain skirt embellished with the lace appliqués at the bottom and the scalloped trim around the hem and the bodice.
The short sleeves were a must for a mid-August wedding in Iowa. The other thing I liked about the dress was that it fit my budget!