A Time for Celebrating

I am writing today's blog as a surprise even to myself, as I actually had no intention of putting words to yesterday's sacred event.  But in looking through the many photos of happiness that I managed somehow to capture yesterday, I couldn't help but remind myself that these joyous events in our lives are all part of my gallivanting adventures, and surely worth an entry among the others.

When I met this woman over 32 years ago, we immediately connected, and within short time, it seemed as if we had known each other forever.

In fact, when we first began to fill in our lives to date and compare our histories, we soon realized that 10 years earlier, we had been enrolled in the same biology lab at the University of Pittsburgh.  Now, what were the chances of that?   Considering that as youngsters we had  grown up living nowhere near each other, and, after marrying and starting a family,  we had both moved to a place that was across the state, I'd say that was pretty unique.  And, unique is certainly an appropriate description of our friendship.

So, it should come as no surprise to learn  that I was around at the start, when her daughter, the bride (whose celebration is the subject of this blog), came into this world.  And I can honestly say that both Marty and I were honored to have been among those invited to share in the blessed event.

The Mass was certainly inspirational,  from the musical selections to the chosen readings, and with four priests concelebrating, certainly an exclusive event. 

I found myself filled with joy for these two from the opening greeting

and especially through the saying of the vows, which was a bit difficult to hear, as the bride had somehow lost her voice just days prior to the wedding.  But her intent was certainly made known!

A lovely rendition of Ave Maria was sung as she and her new groom offered their prayers at the statue of Mary.

And, soon it was time for the final blessing

and the presentation of Mr. and Mrs. 

Just look at the happiness on those faces!  It really doesn't get much better than that, does it?

We headed to the reception where we were treated to a quartet who entertained us with their beautiful musical arrangements.  

The guests were treated to a pair of sunglasses as a favor

and Marty wasted no time donning his pair.

I managed to capture a photo of the happy parents

and one of the bride when she arrived.

The venue was stunning, and after we were seated, and introductions were made, there was the traditional first dance

soon followed by the memorable dance with her father.

Afterwards, dinner was served, and I was lucky that the newlyweds humored me and let me take their photo in between bites.  

How cute are they?

Guests were asked to sign the Guest Log

and everyone was given an embossed box to fill with delectable treats from the dessert table.

and, believe me, there were plenty to choose from!

Then, after dinner, there was the ceremonial cutting of the cake

Perfect!

The reception was full of entertainment with lively dancing,  thanks to an exuberant DJ, and a photo booth for some added fun.

I managed to get my photo taken with a Giant Panda!  That doesn't happen everyday! 

And, really, nothing says "PARTY" like this couple!

Honestly......how could we not have had fun with Mr. and Mrs Entertainment at our table?

The DJ certainly kept us hopping, and Marty and I did our best to keep up with the younger crowd on the dance floor, although I must admit that there were a few selections completely foreign to us oldies, and we chose to sit those out.  

But young or old, I don't think you could have asked for a more participant crowd! What a tribute to the bride and groom who had put so much effort into planning this special event.  

So, here's to the happy couple!

May God bless them with a lifetime of happy memories together!

And, a big thank you to both of them for including us in their special day!

The Reinterment of Pvt. Emil F. Ragucci

If you are a follower of Gallivanting Geismom, then you've been treated to some exciting adventures throughout the years.  But, on occasion, I make a diversion from my typical style, and offer something a bit different that is near and dear to my heart.

As mentioned in previous blogs, my passion for World War II MIA research led me to the organization, History Flight, who was instrumental in the disinterment of Marines from the Island of Tarawa.  When I realized that one of the recoveries had family waiting for his arrival just about an hour from where I live, I decided that I would make the drive to attend the funeral service as a representative of History Flight.

My experience in the past has been that families are thrilled to have a representative present, as they feel that they owe extreme gratitude to History Flight for bringing their loved one home.

Yesterday was no different in that respect, but I must admit that the aura in the room was more of celebration than of sadness.   It was obvious to me that this family was rejoicing at the return of their beloved brother and uncle Pvt. Emil f. Ragucci, who had served in the 2nd Marine Division.

The love for Emil was easily seen in the carefully preserved photos displayed behind glass.  From the sweet photo of Emil as a toddler, holding his parents' hands to the many family photos of fun times with the family, it was easy to see why his brothers had so many fond memories of him.  It appeared that this family had been waiting for this special day, and now it was here.

Emil was one of eleven children born to Nicola and Carmela Ragucci in Philadelphia, PA.  He had four brothers who also served in the war.  Dante, who served in the 79th division in Europe, earned a silver star for valor while Nicholas, who served with Co F, 141st infantry, 36th division, died in combat in Italy on Jan 31, 1944.  

On Dec. 23, 1943, the family had received notice that Emil had been killed in action on 20 Nov 1943.  His death had been documented by a fellow comrade, who stated that Emil had been shot and fell back into his arms.  He had no recourse but to lay him down on the ground.  In 1949, the family was told that Emil was Missing In Action and that he was considered to be unrecoverable. 

But,  here was the family, nearly seventy five years later, welcoming their beloved Emil home.

Two surviving brothers were in attendance, standing proudly among the throng of family and friends who had taken the time to pay tribute to this fallen Marine.

Behind the flag draped casket stood a crucifix in remembrance of the strong faith that this family continues to cherish.

Father Richard read from scripture and comforted those in attendance with the words that death  is not despair, but rather, it is victory.

The family could now treasure the fact that Emil would finally be laid to rest in the cemetery next to his parents and siblings.  

After a few prayers, we were told to head to our cars for the trip to the cemetery.   

So, of course, me being me, I followed the instructions as directed, only to soon realized that I was the ONLY one sitting in the car.  So, I decided to get back out, and walk to the back of the funeral home when I realized that the casket was going to be carried to the hearse and everyone was watching and waiting.  

But, there was one problem.  Between the cars and the crowd of people, I was unable to actually see anything.  That's when I noticed a pair of black metal steps, leading to a landing, right in front of me.   There were no signs saying that I couldn't go up the steps, so I did just that.   And guess what?  I had the perfect bird's eye view!

How lucky was that?

I was easily able to watch the pall bearers reverently carry the casket 

to the hearse that was waiting with open doors.

saluting when their task was complete.  

It was now time to return to the cars for the procession to the cemetery.  After driving along the highway for quite some time, we finally arrived at the Catholic Cemetery that holds the graves of Emil's loved ones.  

Upon arrival, these same marines began the task of carrying Pvt. Emil Ragucci to his final resting place.

Father led us in prayer as we all bowed our heads in reverence, 

thanking God that Emil was finally at home with his family.

In the distance, a Marine Honor guard waited for the flag to be raised from the casket.

firing 3 volleys from their rifles.

Immediately afterwards, a bugler played taps,

then the ceremonial flag folding began.

The flag was presented to Emil's eldest living brother, while the other stood next to him, steadying his hand upon his brother's shoulder.

"On behalf of the President of the United States, the Commandant of the Marine Corps, and a grateful nation, please accept this flag as a symbol of our appreciation for your loved one's service to Country and Corps."

It was truly a glorious day as one more family was able to rejoice at the return of their loved one.  And I am honored to have been able to attend.