Here is the bandstand in Ocean Park, Oak Bluffs, Martha's Vineyard. I read recently that they were restoring it to it's original state. It has become somewhat delapidated and run down. They were taking up collections/donations. If I had known, I would have contributed for sure. This is the place where my little sister played her trumpet every summer on alternating weekends where we would go see the band play Souza marches and the kids would all run around it's base circling the bandstand as the band played each rendition of star spangled banner, etc. This is also the scene of the crime folks. This is where it all went down. Earlier that morning, June 16th, 1989, we decorated it for my wedding later that day. I had been to the Oak Bluffs town hall and talked to the Justice of the Peace, her name escapes me right now. She told me in order to gain access to the bandstand, I had to find the grounds keeper who drove a little red toyota truck. (memory is foggy on the color). So, I stalked him and just as I was going to go up to his truck in the Town Hall parking lot, he drives off. Yikes, I am off like a dirty shirt chasing after him thinking, if I don't catch him, I am doomed to have my wedding in this bandstand! I drive through Oak Bluffs into a wooded area, following him at every turn, when he finally stops, gets out of his car with a puzzled look on his face and I say, "I am sorry for chasing you like that, but the JP told me you had the key to the bandstand and I need it to get in to decorate, you see, I am getting married up there." he was so nice and pulled out the one little brass key and handed it to me, on pure faith that what I said was the god's honest truth. I was thrilled. Mission accomplished. I had the key. Off I went. It's been my philosophy mostly, that if you are setting out to do something, you do it, get it done and don't come back till you got it done or got what you came for. It's worked for me. I have to muster up all my courage first, then take action. So, looking back on that day, that weekend, when I was the center of attention for my family, my brother missing cuz he had a hair across his ass about me getting married to my honey, I think how perfect it was, except my honey was wasted from the night before, since it was his 3rd marriage. But his best man got him to the event, got us a limo even (I didn't know MV had limos). Everytime I see a picture of this bandstand, I think back and reflect. It's been 17 years now. And the band plays on....
Monday, July 10, 2006
Strike up the Band:
Here is the bandstand in Ocean Park, Oak Bluffs, Martha's Vineyard. I read recently that they were restoring it to it's original state. It has become somewhat delapidated and run down. They were taking up collections/donations. If I had known, I would have contributed for sure. This is the place where my little sister played her trumpet every summer on alternating weekends where we would go see the band play Souza marches and the kids would all run around it's base circling the bandstand as the band played each rendition of star spangled banner, etc. This is also the scene of the crime folks. This is where it all went down. Earlier that morning, June 16th, 1989, we decorated it for my wedding later that day. I had been to the Oak Bluffs town hall and talked to the Justice of the Peace, her name escapes me right now. She told me in order to gain access to the bandstand, I had to find the grounds keeper who drove a little red toyota truck. (memory is foggy on the color). So, I stalked him and just as I was going to go up to his truck in the Town Hall parking lot, he drives off. Yikes, I am off like a dirty shirt chasing after him thinking, if I don't catch him, I am doomed to have my wedding in this bandstand! I drive through Oak Bluffs into a wooded area, following him at every turn, when he finally stops, gets out of his car with a puzzled look on his face and I say, "I am sorry for chasing you like that, but the JP told me you had the key to the bandstand and I need it to get in to decorate, you see, I am getting married up there." he was so nice and pulled out the one little brass key and handed it to me, on pure faith that what I said was the god's honest truth. I was thrilled. Mission accomplished. I had the key. Off I went. It's been my philosophy mostly, that if you are setting out to do something, you do it, get it done and don't come back till you got it done or got what you came for. It's worked for me. I have to muster up all my courage first, then take action. So, looking back on that day, that weekend, when I was the center of attention for my family, my brother missing cuz he had a hair across his ass about me getting married to my honey, I think how perfect it was, except my honey was wasted from the night before, since it was his 3rd marriage. But his best man got him to the event, got us a limo even (I didn't know MV had limos). Everytime I see a picture of this bandstand, I think back and reflect. It's been 17 years now. And the band plays on....
Here is the bandstand in Ocean Park, Oak Bluffs, Martha's Vineyard. I read recently that they were restoring it to it's original state. It has become somewhat delapidated and run down. They were taking up collections/donations. If I had known, I would have contributed for sure. This is the place where my little sister played her trumpet every summer on alternating weekends where we would go see the band play Souza marches and the kids would all run around it's base circling the bandstand as the band played each rendition of star spangled banner, etc. This is also the scene of the crime folks. This is where it all went down. Earlier that morning, June 16th, 1989, we decorated it for my wedding later that day. I had been to the Oak Bluffs town hall and talked to the Justice of the Peace, her name escapes me right now. She told me in order to gain access to the bandstand, I had to find the grounds keeper who drove a little red toyota truck. (memory is foggy on the color). So, I stalked him and just as I was going to go up to his truck in the Town Hall parking lot, he drives off. Yikes, I am off like a dirty shirt chasing after him thinking, if I don't catch him, I am doomed to have my wedding in this bandstand! I drive through Oak Bluffs into a wooded area, following him at every turn, when he finally stops, gets out of his car with a puzzled look on his face and I say, "I am sorry for chasing you like that, but the JP told me you had the key to the bandstand and I need it to get in to decorate, you see, I am getting married up there." he was so nice and pulled out the one little brass key and handed it to me, on pure faith that what I said was the god's honest truth. I was thrilled. Mission accomplished. I had the key. Off I went. It's been my philosophy mostly, that if you are setting out to do something, you do it, get it done and don't come back till you got it done or got what you came for. It's worked for me. I have to muster up all my courage first, then take action. So, looking back on that day, that weekend, when I was the center of attention for my family, my brother missing cuz he had a hair across his ass about me getting married to my honey, I think how perfect it was, except my honey was wasted from the night before, since it was his 3rd marriage. But his best man got him to the event, got us a limo even (I didn't know MV had limos). Everytime I see a picture of this bandstand, I think back and reflect. It's been 17 years now. And the band plays on....
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memories...light the corners of my mind...misty water-colored meeeemmmmmoriiiiies. :D
you always loved my singing voice, I know you did, lol. That? Was an awesome weekend, no matter how you slice it. I will always be grateful to have been a part of it.
Happy belated anniversary, sugar.
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