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  • This photo shows me celebrating my eldest daughter's wedding in a small village in Southern Ireland, Mullaghmore. I am in a pink suit and hat to the left. It was so different from my own wedding, in a registry office in Cuernavaca, Mexico.

    My parents could not attend because air travel was so much more expensive then and my mother had a fear of flying. We had Jacques parents, two friends as witnesses and I was given the translation of the proceedings after we signed the book. I did not feel that I had missed out because it was so important for me to be with Jacques, whatever the consequences. Many people said that our marriage would not last. But forty years later we proved them wrong.

    I was so happy at Madeleine's wedding. She married into a wonderful, large, extended family who welcomed us and made us feel at home. The sun came out just as they left the church and the reception was a success.
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