St. Mary's Church - Massillon, Ohio.If the object of church makers back in the 1800's was to intimidate the mere mortal, they have accomplished such a feat with this massive church that held the wedding of my nephew and his new bride on Saturday.
One can only feel humble when entering this structure for the first time. For a real breath-taking view, take the virtual tour here.
The day was warm with a refreshing breeze. Formal wear made things a bit warm. The church was not air conditioned but it was far from hot and stuffy. The atmosphere was excited anticipation with a side of 'ready to boil over the rim' chaos. It was a large wedding (in my book).
The bells of St. Mary's chimed throughout the green wooded area all around the church. Small groups of people arrived, parked in the enormous parking lot and began to gather at the front of the church steps. They admired the wedding party dressed in their beautiful scarlet gowns and black tuxedo's. Aunts and uncles ooh'd and ahh'd over the little girl's dresses. Rarely do we dress up any more. Some of the farmers on the grooms side of the family had arrived in their best pressed clothes. In jet black and beet burgundy their dark tanned faces and arms set a contrast with the cold stone of the church steps. Without their hats, they almost looked like strangers.
Tomorrow: The updos.
The day was warm with a refreshing breeze. Formal wear made things a bit warm. The church was not air conditioned but it was far from hot and stuffy. The atmosphere was excited anticipation with a side of 'ready to boil over the rim' chaos. It was a large wedding (in my book).
The bells of St. Mary's chimed throughout the green wooded area all around the church. Small groups of people arrived, parked in the enormous parking lot and began to gather at the front of the church steps. They admired the wedding party dressed in their beautiful scarlet gowns and black tuxedo's. Aunts and uncles ooh'd and ahh'd over the little girl's dresses. Rarely do we dress up any more. Some of the farmers on the grooms side of the family had arrived in their best pressed clothes. In jet black and beet burgundy their dark tanned faces and arms set a contrast with the cold stone of the church steps. Without their hats, they almost looked like strangers.
Tomorrow: The updos.
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