By Beverly Roitman, September 15th, 2016 – I just came back from attending my great niece’s wedding in Malibu, California Labor Day weekend; the bride being the youngest of my nephew’s two daughters with Lee’s older daughter to be married in Los Angeles this coming spring, 2017.
Memories return always of my wedding May 2nd 1948 in one of my mother’s brother’s home in Evanston on Grove, 1 block west of the Evanston YMCA on Grove.
When I was 13 and 14 years old I used to baby sit for my young cousins and loved the winding staircase the home had.
When I inquired of my Aunt Gert if I could be married there some day, my aunt responded with, “Anything you want Beverly- do you have a boyfriend?” My answer was no, oh no?
Six years later, yes I was married in that house but a footnote to all of this is that because I was only 5’4” at that time, and my groom 6’4” the photographer wanted a balanced photo of the bride and groom, which he did capture with me, the bride standing on a large Chicago telephone book.
Through the years I have seen many a bridal photograph of the groom sitted with the bride standing so-o-o I have come to the conclusion that since the photographers brother, my husband’s dear best boyfriend let it be known he was hoping to be next in line if I turned down his boyfriend’s proposal which meant accepted in meant living in Los Angeles when my husband came out of service for World War II – Yes, the night after our wedding in Evanston we flew to Los Angeles from Midway at midnight as O’Hare was not in existence in 1948.