This would be such a cool wedding present for my friend! She’s really into these things But then again, all your stuff’s cool! My earliest wedding memory? Would be when I woke up really early to get my hair and makeup done - as well as thinking what my soon-to-be hubby was doing at the moment

Comment by bunny on 7/24/2008 @ 3:03 am

I know this answer is not going to win me any prizes and that I’ll be branded as a sour pus, but my earliest wedding memory is of my mom tearing in half her wedding picture with my dad and throwing a framed picture of her in a wedding dress into the trash.

After she went to bed, I retrieved them and hid them under my bed.

The pictures are still under my bed.

And my parents? They are still together today.

Comment by Dora on 7/24/2008 @ 4:30 am

My birth father died when I was two. Before I turned three, Mom married the man I consider my real dad. Anyway, my earliest memory is of their wedding. I was the flower girl and my 18-month old brother was SUPPOSED to be the ring-bearer. Brother Duane only cooperated at first: He walked down the aisle right to our new dad, but instead of just standing there, he wanted to be held. When Dad didn’t pick him up right away, Duane looked at the congregation, looked at the floor, got down on his back, and started to ROLL down the aisle towards the back of the church. As the big sister (a bossy one at that), I felt responsible, but one look from Mom convinced me to stay frozen where I was while the crowd laughed and watched Duane roll back down the aisle.

Comment by Diane Crotty on 7/24/2008 @ 7:48 am

My Mom is the oldest of 14, all but one of whom has been married. By the time I was born, only two others had been married, so I attended LOTS of weddings and receptions as a kid. So I can’t exactly remember what happened at which one, so I’ll tell two stories that happened at every wedding. A) We’re a chicken dance family. It’s not a Frost wedding without the chicken dance. (If you have dancing. I didn’t, and didn’t have the chicken dance. I now regret that.) When you have 14 kids in the family, and they are all are married, and they all have kids (36 grandkids), and now some of them have kids (6 great grandkids)…even if it’s just us dancing, it’s quite fun!

B) The Frost Family Farewell. One of my favorite pictures from the day after my wedding mirrors a picture from my parents wedding: All the relatives line up with one arm around the shoulders of the person next to them, waving the other hand, and doing a kick line. I know it was done at all the other weddings/day afters as well.

Comment by AnnMarie on 7/24/2008 @ 8:45 am

My mom dragged me to a wedding, it was a HOT summer and this was back when air conditioners weren’t in homes or most churches. We had to get dressed up, and I didnt’ want to go and wear a hot fancy dress. She finally bribed me with reminding me about wedding cake at the reception (I have a sweet tooth)and if I put a piece of it under my pillow, I’d dream of who I’d marry. Well, after the church ceremony we went to the car, and i figured out that we WEREN’T going to the reception after all. I was crying and yelling “I didn’t get my cake & I’d never get to dream and see who I was marrying”. She was laughing but I didn’t find it amusing.. to this day every wedding I attend I think of that memory as I eat a piece of wedding cake…..

Comment by cheri on 7/24/2008 @ 11:01 am

I was about 4 and the flower girl in my aunt’s wedding. I remember that during the ceremony I was standing near my mom who was an attendant and telling her repeatedly that I had to go pee. Not realizing how disruptive this was to a wedding, I persisted. Finally my grandmother (mother of the bride, no less) got up and took me to the bathroom, which was also near the front of the church. It’s surprising to me that no one got mad for my little wedding day disturbance, but it wouldn’t be a wedding if everything went perfectly now would it?

Comment by Libby on 7/24/2008 @ 11:35 am

My sister is ten years older than me. We shared a room together until she got married at age 20. She had an intimate ceremony at our church and then afterwards, my brother-in-law and I were both baptized by our minister. I remember being baptized like it was yesterday! I am my sister’s girls’ Godparent and she and her husband are my sons’ Godparents. We are all very close. They are celebrating their 45th wedding anniversary soon and these “Wedding Beans” would make a meaningful gift for them. My sister loves to garden. Please enter me in your drawing. I appreciate it! Many thanks, Cindi

Comment by Cindi on 7/24/2008 @ 12:19 pm

I come from a huge family, so I attended many weddings in my youth. The best memories I have from all of these, is dancing! I was either dancing with my granpa, or my cousin Evan, who wore this adorable blue “sailor” suit to every family function.

Comment by Jillian on 7/24/2008 @ 5:47 pm

I remember I was supposed to be a flower girl when I was five years old and I got my dress and everything. Right before the wedding I got the mumps. That was the end of my flower girl debut.

Comment by Elizabeth M. on 7/24/2008 @ 10:12 pm

Well my family won’t let me forget my earliest wedding memory…refusing to go down the aisle in my role as ring bearer for my Aunt and Uncle’s wedding. I was about four probably, and cried the whole time. Stage fright, I guess… I still have a photo of the whole wedding party and I am in the front in my little grey tux with my head drooped and my arm covering my face.

Nice.

Comment by Jason on 7/25/2008 @ 3:15 am

I remember going to weddings as a child. I don’t know how old I was, probably about 6 to 8, and I wanted something to drink. This particular wedding had a champagne fountain set up for people to refill their “toast” glasses. All I knew was that I was thirsty and wanted something to drink - and tried to get some “punch” from the fountain. I was quite surprised when several people told me “NO!” all at the same time when I tried this, and then someone handed me a little glass of punch. My older brother was more successful at refilling his “toast” glass - he had a hangover the next day!

Comment by Minette on 7/25/2008 @ 8:43 am

My earliest wedding memory was when I was about three-years-old. My elder sister of two years was the flower girl in my aunt and uncle’s candlelight wedding. I remember thinking, “Man, I want to be a flower girl someday! My sister is so lucky!” (the curse of the youngest child!)

Not two years later I had the opportunity to put on a pretty pink dress, put flowers in my hair, and walk down the aisle in another’s aunt’s wedding.

Jason always jokes that girls have dreamed of their wedding day since they were little girls… and he is so right!

Comment by Kim on 7/25/2008 @ 11:27 am