While going through my mother’s slides I came across this shot from my first wedding. Weddings are like everything else; you get better with practice. My first wedding was in Barbados on the grounds of the Coral Reef Club. The club was right next door to the marine lab that we were scuba diving from. It’s been thirty-eight years since this picture was taken and five of the eleven people in it have died. Time is marching on and mowing us all down. Thirty-eight years hence, I expect everyone in this shot will be dead and anyone looking at this photo will ask, as I often do of old family pictures, “who the hell are these people?” Well just for the record, starting with the young man on left, they are: Steve (my brother), Evelyn (white skirt black top) my mother, Frank (sunglasses) my father, Aileen (in front of Frank) my sister, me goofy blond in pink jacket, Ruth, (holding corsage beside me), Marion (Ruth’s mother), Miriam (Ruth’s sister), Ian (Ruth’s older brother), Sandra (pink dress) Ruth’s half-sister, and finally Maurice Ruth’s father.