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SEPTEMBER MEMORIES

Thirty seven years and one week ago today, on September 19, 1970, Kieran John Gallagher and Eileen Marie Copeland were married at St. Mary Magdalene Church, in Springfield Gardens, New York. My sister, Mary, my maid of honor.  My brother, Bill, escorted me down the aisle.  Kieran’s brother, Kevin, his best man.  Six friends his ushers.

A memorable moment at the nuptial mass:  As the priest, citing the Wedding Feast at Cana, solemnly intoned: “And a miracle has been performed today!”  — a rumble of hearty laughter arose from the congregation — mostly my husband’s raucous buddies  — he was the last to take the leap.

Followed by a reception at my home in Laurelton, tables set in the yard — on very damp grass. A gorgeous, sunny day — after torrents of rain the whole day before.  We’d decorated our finished basement, in case, and the food would be served buffet style in the dining room, but it would have been a very cozy party. We hadn’t told my mom how many we’d invited, over 100, assuming there’d be refusals. Only one.  An open bar in the garage.  A strolling accordion player.

Exactly three years later, on our third anniversary, September 19, 1973, I was admitted to Flushing Hospital, a Caesarean section scheduled the next morning.  And on September 20th, our son, Kieran Anthony, entered the world. I’ll always be grateful that, after the recovery room, a sweet nurse wheeled my gurney up to the nursery window to see my infant son.  “A perfect baby boy,” the doctor later pronounced. Weighing in at seven pounds, seven ounces. His daddy, Kieran John, came to visit, looking goofily happy, carrying a dozen red roses, with a card that said: “Wow a boy!” (Not that he was chauvinistic!)

Kieran Anthony celebrated his 44th birthday last week.  And he and Bethany, and Nolan, Jack and Maeve, are making their own memories every day.

 

 

 

 

 

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