We were married by two rabbis in Temple Israel, Swampscott, Mass. Why two? Well, because one was the "new" rabbi of the Temple and the other was the "old" family rabbi who was allowed to help in the ceremony in honor of the family.
In the photo, you can see my wedding ring on my left fore finger, which follows Jewish tradition. We are entering the dinner room of the Temple after being kept hostage in another room. We had had nothing to eat and one of the ladies "guarding" us, finally left for a couple of minutes and returned with a couple of snacks.
There is a very old-fashioned look to the picture. A classical tuxedo and top hat for me and my brother (the best man). From today's perspective, this is too formal a look, but it was common in 1962. From the wedding at the Temple, we got in the rented station wagon and drove to a motel near Fenway Ball Park in Boston before leaving the next day for college in Pennsylvania.
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