Today is the anniversary of the most talked about wedding of 1981 - the Wedding of Charles, Prince of Wales, and Lady Diana Spencer at St. Paul's Cathedral, London, England.
We all know now that it wasn't to last, but at the time the world seemed to think it was a fairy tale come true. Perhaps those Brothers Grimm knew whereof they wrote when they had more cautionary and grim endings than the ones Mr. Disney purveyed.
At any rate, I've told this story before, but I do like it quite a lot, so:
Our wedding (and please note that the subsequent marriage has already lasted very nearly 40 years, thank you very much) took place with much less fanfare and media coverage than did that of the Lady and the Prince (hmm - Lady and the Tramp? Prince Spaghetti? there must be some connection here) just over 13 months later.
Less media coverage, perhaps, but more bumper stickers (at least that's my assumption).
One of our friends who had attended our wedding was driving through Ontario some time after. I'm not certain where she was, but I'd like to think she was on the QEW (more likely the 401, but that's less fun).
At any rate, as she drove along, people were honking and waving at her and pointing at the rear of her car.
Finally unable to handle not knowing why, she pulled off the highway and looked at the back of her car to see the torn sticker gracing her bumper
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Et, voila! No wonder those loyal subjects there in the Dominion of Canada were so excited - they thought they had encountered someone who had attended the royal wedding.
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