I know only of two engagement parties in which members of my family took part and they were ninety-three years apart. Naturally, I did not take part in the first one and nobody of the first took part in the second. Still, the people in the picture have a lot in common with some of the people who attended the engagement party last Saturday.
There are fourteen people in the picture. Eight of which are part of the gene pool the young bride of last Saturday’s engagement party belongs too. The “happy” couple in the front ( on the right) do not look happy. Family rumors have it, that they had a mighty row on that day. It could have ended there and I would not be around to talk about any engagement party. The couple, of course, were my parents-to-be and it took them another seven years to tie the knot. They were married for eighteen years, got divorced and remarried each other a second time after another twenty-five years. A stormy relationship you can say.
If you look at the picture you see a plate, with a young woman, hanging on the wall. This plate is still in the possession of the family and is now in Melbourne, Australia.
It is a portrait of an Italian woman in the style of the ancient classics by Anselm Feuerbach. My mother wanted my son Martin to have it. And so it happened.
The picture sneaked into the background of my life at another occasion in June 1956. This time I’m on the balcony of my mother’s apartment in Berlin with my future wife Uta. We were not officially engaged, but you could say, we were heading that way. We look much happier than my parents looked at their engagement. Half a year later we were married.
It would have been appropriate to have the young, southern lady overlooking the latest engagement party. Nobody thought of it. This blog is only an afterthought.
And so we come to 2015. Natasha, our eldest granddaughter, got engaged to Mitch in a grand party attended by more than sixty people. I marveled at the typical Australian mixture of people of different backgrounds and how they all came together in a friendly athmosphere. I think, Uta and I, we were the oldest in attendence.
We had a good time among the younger crowd. The music was a bit loud, but when I switched off my hearing aid it was bearable. The “boom, boom” of the bass one could feel without hearing. Conversation becomes a bit difficult, but we managed.
All in all, we had a great time. I even spilled beer on my trousers which dried very quickly. Uta and I had a few dances, too. Nobody took any pictures of that. I assume, it was not that remarkable. Later we were complimented for it. By midnight, it was all over and we all went home. At home, we had a late supper with our son Martin from Melbourne and our daughter Caroline with her partner Matthew. We kept talking until 2 o’clock. A good time was had by all.