
The church wedding was held at Ffrwd Primitive Methodist Chapel, Windy Hill, Wrexham. Built
in 1827, and the family chapel of the Thomas family, Ffrwd is a tiny
chapel and hamlet, in a once rich coal mining area. In olden days, if
you didn't go to
chapel, you
didn't get a job in the local pit or mines.
The chapel was decorated with flowers by Jackie's Mum and
Aunty Willow, taken from their own gardens, and this particular display was, after the service taken by Jackie and Joe to the hospital bedside
of her Uncle Doug, who WAS to have given
her
away.
Uncle Doug sadly died a few days later - he has all of our love and will
be
missed by
many. RIP.
Quite where the church wedding was, no one seemed to know. Several cars
did a scenic tour of South Wales, as the lead driver thought that it was
somewhere where it wasn't. However, eventually Vicar, bride, groom and
guests all gathered together in a Primitive Methodist Chapel, where
Jackie had been Christened. The church was neatly kept, very plain,
with some very nice oak pews, altar and altar rails - just the sort of
wood that could be used to line out and furnish a narrow boat ...
The organist played some slowish, inspiring music, though one got the
impression that he was always on the verge of breaking into 'Basin
Street Blues' or 'Jailhouse Rock'. It was no surprise therefore when
the bride approached the altar rail to the strains of 'The Happy
Wanderer'!
The bride's side of the church were all dressed in their finery. In
particular, the bride's mum looked a knockout in various vibrant hues of
blue. She was one of those mums who set out to have a jolly good day,
and succeeded.
The groom's side, on the other hand, looked ... well ... boaty!!!
They also looked pretty stunned when the Vicar intoned the line 'Do you,
Roger Tudor Jones ...'. Eh? Who's getting married? We thought it
was Joe? Is it his brother? Truth dawned. Joe has merely been
masquerading under the name of Joe for all these years. Truth will
out!!!
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