At the end of July, Bruce and Bob got married. Oh, well, you'll think, another gay wedding. Yes, but they live in our retirement community and that was a first here. A couple for a number of years, Bob and Bruce moved to Portland from Baltimore to be near Bob's daughter and family. Since we'd also lived in "Charm City," we were pleased our marketing people asked us to have dinner with them when they came to look over the place.
Though we'd not known the same people--Bruce (on the right) had been a UCC minister, Bob, an architect--we did known the same scene. They filled us in on the social/political changes since we'd left Baltimore in 1995 to move to New York.
The wedding was held in a local park near the Willamette River. Children from both their former marriages attended, many neighbors, friends from their church. And other marathon runners! Bob and Bruce set a high standard for latelife activity. The temperature was warm and breezy. Bruce made the blueberry-decorated cake, everyone brought food. It was a sweet and moving event. We felt privileged to share their legal ceremony.
A week later it was my 81st birthday. My friend Carolyn who put on my 80th last year (Bob and Bruce are in those photos) surprised me with a cake left serreptiously outside our door. Great synchronicity: August 5 was this year's National Night Out. I'd always wanted to go to one of these; a local neighborhood association was holding a picnic right across Terwilliger Boulevard in the park named for famous Oregon suffragist, Abigail Scott Duniway. How fitting for this old lady feminist.
Carolyn's cake was enjoyed by neighbors I'd never met--especially children and firemen too. My friend Sue won a door prize and I had a chance to show off my vintage cake carrier. Home before dark and cakeless!
Looking for links for this post, I happened upon Cyclotram, fascinating local blog with much on the history of Duniway Park-- once a gulch used as municipal garbage dump. My own history contains the experience of art-making with kitchen composting and the closing of the world's largest garbage dump, Fresh Kills in New York City. You live long enough and the world is one connection after another.