Saturday, April 2, 2011

Dad, Is it True?

Dad married Mom on the first day of Spring in 1965. Mom had no idea she was getting married. There was no engagement party, let alone ring. There was just a business trip to Miami where she tagged along with Dad and his partner, Hugh Auchincloss. There was however, a quick stop over in Sanibel Island to go sea shelling at dawn before meetings in Miami later on that day. It was in Sanibel at dawn that a minister came bounding out onto the beach and performed the ceremony, and Dad married Mom.

Mom and Dad Wedding Day, March 21st, 1966

Before the surprise nuptuals at dawn in Sanibel, Dad had courted Mom in NYC and escorted her to many a party...but ONLY during the week. Though he was quite taken with her, he was pretty convinced that his weekend escape routine was something that would make her run.

One day Mom asked where he went on the weekends. So she got the invite and a packing list. (blue jeans, sneakers, etc..)Dad would have bet she didn't own blue jeans, and the only sneakers she had were for tennis, but wanted to warn her is wasn't going to be a trip to Southampton or Litchfield.

So he picked her up on a Friday afternoon in his Mark VII Jag
(I have such an affection for cars...and thought a visual here was crucial considering what is to come)
And to his surprise, she was dressed perfectly for the weekend ahead...
Dad had decided to put this fancy girl to the test. They drove 2 hours out of NYC to what is now Minneswaska State Park, but was then a cabin on remote Awosting Lake, that was Dad's weekend retreat. They parked the Jag, loaded up groceries into woven basket packs and hiked for 45 minutes before arriving at Lake Awosting. THEN, they loaded up the canoe, and paddled across the lake to Dad's cabin (still actually there, but in severe disrepair). All in all, an hour and a half trek from car to cabin. (Dad didn't let on that you could actually drive the whole way to the cabin, because that would ruin the test)

And then, he made her sleep in a tent.

The next morning, Dad awoke to the view of mom casting her fly rod into Awosting Lake. He chuckled, as the lake was a 'dead' lake, meaning no fish could survive in it due to excessive minerals. But no need to stop her artful routine. After all, it's not often a guy is pleasantly surprised that his seemingly citified love interest is talented in the ways of the fly rod...


A bit later he smells something cooking on the open fire.

After getting no bites in Awosting Lake, Mom took to the stream nearby and guddled for trout. She'd learned this technique with her father in Canada on fishing trips as a girl...and, well, imagine knowing trout so well that you find their hiding spot in a stream and they LET you pick them UP!

Yes, mom caught a trout with her bare hands. I'm surprised Dad didn't propose right then and there.

But, soon after, the once social couple in NYC...

got married at dawn on the first day of Spring, and the rest is history.

Dad in lederhosen (don't ask) and the boys a decade or so before I came a knockin' at the same cabin on the same lake where Mom won over Dad after guddling a trout.

-Dad, I know It's True, Bradley.

17 comments:

  1. What a glorious story. Clearly your adventure DNA comes from both sides of the gene pool!

    Loved reading this and seeing the photos!

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  2. Camilla,
    You make me happy to have logged onto FB. Enjoyed reading and loved the photographs.
    John

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  3. What an amazing story, I love it! My parents 40th anniversary is coming up next month, and I am SO lucky to be born into a family where commitment is learned by watching :)

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  4. this is really beautiful, camilla...

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  5. Camilla! I love everything about this story! Miss you xx KKR

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  6. What an awesome story. Thanks for sharing.

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  7. I really love this story. Your best. Ever.

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  8. Really interesting, thanks for sharing and for the great pics. Esp. that Jaguar, how pimp is that?

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  9. Just darling, such a beautiful couple.
    xxx to you! Emily of EL Vintage

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  10. classic. Super glad I found your blog. I'm a new follower, I hope you will as well. I started my blog a little over a month ago. It's all about celebrity fashion from the point of view of an LA stylist. Stop by to see multiple post a day on all the latest celebrity fashion news and check out pictures from the fall/winter preview I attended yesterday in Beverly Hills. Would love your support. xoxo

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  11. Camilla, I just love this story about your parents...and the old pics! Classic!

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  12. I just discover your blog and the fantastic fashion you create !
    I 'm a french girl and i wonder if i can find an e-shop !
    I love your patterns , the soul and the vintage pictures of your parents ...

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  13. love the story and the photos... thank you for sharing...
    it is so wonderful to have the love of family... xo

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  14. the black tie pictures (and all of the pictures really) are so elegant! i'm missing your blog posts!! your audience wants more!

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  15. hey camilla,
    i am wondering if you would like to reach out to the nightingale people..my sister cynthia has taught there for 20 years..possibly a great trunk show venue through them? her name is cynthia coudert..ccoudert@nyc.rr.com ..i bet the girls at school would adore hearing about your wild adventures. they just visited with shoshanna..and learned a ton.

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  16. Stunning wedding, even after all these years the images look amazing and elegant. Beauty knows no time.From Engagement Rings

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  17. Hey Camilla,

    That is a great story. I knew about your dad's place, but I didn't realize it played that role in your parents courtship. My parents story is somewhat similar, but based in the Adirondacks, and yes, we still strap on the lederhosen regularly.

    I hope all is well, and love the new ski line.

    Fedor

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