Sixty years ago today: My future mom and dad smooch in full view of their wedding party at the Windermere Hotel, down on the South Side near the Museum of Science and Industry and the University of Chicago. The Windermere: My mom's family, the Hogans, had a history there. I believe my mom's parents, Edward Daniel Hogan and Anne Louise O'Malley, had their wedding reception there, back around 1925. My Uncle Dick's ordination party was held there in 1965. I think I read that the U of C owns it now and has converted it to a residence for students.
Anyway, the picture: It's one of a couple of color snapshots I've seen of the event. There are lots of formal black-and-white wedding pictures, too, showing the wedding party and important family members in various configurations. To me, Dad looks nervous in most of those pictures and Mom looks something I interpret as close to ecstatic. My dad's mother, Otilia Sieverson Brekke, a Norwegian Lutheran, shows a steady lack of warmth for the proceedings. After all, she'd been forced to endure attendance at the Hogans' Irish Catholic parish, St. Kilian's, at 87th and May streets.
On the left margin of this picture is Dad's friend (and best man?) John Lacognata, a fellow musician. I know he and my dad and another guy--who was the other guy?--once drove out to the West Coast from Chicago in a Hudson my dad had bought. I remember Dad showing slides of that trip, complete with a shot showing the car with water bags slung across the front to aid the crossing of one of the Southern California deserts.
On the right of the picture is a woman named Kay, whose last name I can't remember, but whom I think went to Loretto High School with Mom; they would have graduated about 1947. Kay and her husband, Norbert--again, I don't recall a last name--lived out in the south suburbs when we were growing up there; I remember visiting them and not getting along with their kids.
In the center of the picture: Mary Alice Hogan and Stephen Daniel Brekke. She was all of 23; he was 31. What were they thinking? I never talked to them much about their courtship, and uncharacteristically, Mom didn't give me the inside story during some long, wandering, late-night talk. My Dad volunteered after Mom died in 2003 that it was she who asked him out on their first date when they were both working at the Chicago Land Clearance Commission. They went to Schrafft's downtown. There was also the story of how Steve took Mary on a date to Uno's, the original location at Ohio and Wabash. Mary Alice reportedly told Steve she'd never been to Uno's, a pizzeria that allowed patrons to scrawl their names on the walls. Anyway, they get there and are seated. On the wall adjacent to their table, "Mary Alice Hogan" is written in red lipstick. I don't know how Mary Alice explained that.
Anyway, there they are: Norwegian minister's son and the daughter of an Irish-American bank clerk and schoolteacher, getting ready to set sail into joys and sorrows unimaginable, right after they cut the cake.