Recently, Maureen and i went a wedding of one of her work associates with whom she has remained close since retiring.
i shall not mention names because i have not asked the bride and groom’s permission to write about their wedding.
The wedding was held at the Fairbanks Ranch Country Club in Rancho Santa Fe. Rancho Santa Fe is the high end area occupied by the rich and famous just northeast of Del Mar in the middle of San Diego county, several miles inland from I-5. Maureen calls it “Rancho Fantasy.”
Fairbanks Ranch is a beautiful, elegant setting. The wedding was scheduled to be outside but the threat of rain took inside.
Maureen’s friend met her new mate at a ballroom dancing class. She is Jewish and he is Mormon. She has two grown children. He has five. All of the children have plentiful children of their own. It was a Jewish wedding. The rabbi was wonderful. If i had a complaint, it would be he was so kind to ensure everyone understood what was going on. He explained each step of the ritual, then said the rites in English, and repeated them in Hebrew. The whole thing took a while, but it was delightful.
The reception was also at the country club with a delicious dinner for more than 100 attendees. The usual speeches were made and then the dancing began. A significant number of the guests were from the dance class, and boy, could they dance. Maureen and i danced a bebop but i recognized i was outclassed and sat for the rest of the numbers. Maureen managed to get back out on the floor several times.
There was every kind of dance from the foxtrot to western swing line dancing to break dancing. There were very senior citizens to six-year old’s on the floor. When we left, they just concluded the chair dance where the bridge and groom were raised in a chair and paraded around the dance floor. It all was hysterical good fun.
It reminded me of Mrs. Brown’s dance classes at Castle Heights. When i was in junior high, Mrs. Brown, the wife of Col. Brown who later taught me calculus and analytical geometry, started a dance class after school. She asked my mother is she would have me attend for free, not because she saw the potential Nureyev or Astair in me, but she reasoned if i came the other boys would also come.
i don’t know if i was the reason. i don’t recall trying to influence anyone, but the class had about a dozen boys and a few more girls. i learned several steps in the foxtrot, box waltz, and cha cha, but if there had been grades i suspect i would have failed.
The wedding and reception was a great success. i kept marveling at how many people with such diverse backgrounds and great age differences could unite over a wedding and have such a terrific time together. Maureen, our friends and i did also.
You might remember this from a Facebook post. This was the wedding.