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This is the story of my Mum and Dads Wedding as told to me by my Mum, and written up by me, their daughter Hazel McIntyre.

I had quite a few admirers when I was young. When I worked on the buses there were a few boys who would just ride on the bus to talk to me and in fact one of them even bought me a little attache case to keep my pieces in. That case is still around today. One of the drivers even asked me to sit in the cab with him on the way home on the staff bus. I was quite shocked as he was a married man and a church elder and of course I refused. I was going out with your dad at the time and he used to get quite jealous. He worked in the pits then and that was a reserved occupation. However he wanted to jion up and went of with Willie Scullion, his cousin to enlist. Willie was accepted but your Dad was refused due to ill health. He had a weak chest caused by rheumatic fever when he was wee. He was always very bitter at not being accepted and all his life did not really want to hear of other people's adventures abroad during the war. He must have felt left out.

When we decided to get married, there was the difficulty of him being Catholic and me being Protestant so in the end we did it in the Registars Office in Glasgow. Everyone had saved up the ingredients for the cake and also their clothing coupons. I got a lovely pale blue silk dress and shoes to match and a lovely wee hat.

We got married in the morning and then went off to have our photos taken in a studio. They were black and white, well a kind of browny colour really, and the photographer coloured them in after. You know the one where you used to ask why Daddy was wearing lipstick, when you were wee?

After the photographer, the four of us, went to the pictures in the afternoon. I can't remember what the picture was but I think it would have been a cowboy. At five o'clock we had a reception in Lairdsland School. Everyone again had contributed to the spread and we had live music and dancing. Although we were enjoying ourselves, we had to leave the party in full swing and catch the bus back to Stirling for our Honeymoon,with your uncle Dougie and Auntie Agnes and wee Peter.

Dougie had a job as a farm hand just outside Stirling and a cottage to go with the job. We stayed there for a week and went for days out to visit Stirling Castle and Wallace Monument. When the week was up we went home to live with my parents and put our name down for a council house. We were married for thirty five years when your father died. Times have changed a lot.

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