I do not know who these peo­ple are, but it’s clearly someone’s Spe­cial Day.

I’ve seen wed­ding pho­tographs taken in a park, and over­look­ing the ocean, but I’ve never seen them staged in a bri­arpatch. And the dilap­i­dated build­ings in the back­ground give the wed­ding party a real look of bon vivant, yes?

Ah, the happy cou­ple. Ready to claw through the bram­bles of life and build their legacy of love, per­haps in the ten­e­ment behind them.

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I don’t mean to be unkind, but some of these girls look a lit­tle… hmm… big-boned, yes? Espe­cially the bride.

Is it pos­si­ble that this is the first (and only) drag wed­ding held in Kansas City?

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This pic­ture was badly man­gled, but I thought the fash­ions were fas­ci­nat­ing. What­ever year this was, it was clearly not a good year for women.

The shape­less folds of the dresses make them all look like cookie jars, and what is with those enor­mous black bows on the side of their heads? Isn’t the drill-bit hair­style bad enough?

A restorer might be able to make the pic­ture look bet­ter, but noth­ing is going to make these women look better.

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This was actu­ally on a pic­to­r­ial Christ­mas card with “Merry Christ­mas” in rather jaunty script to the left.

The receipt of this in the mail would have con­verted me to Judaism immediately.

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Looks like we’re get­ting closer to the 20’s. Our girls seem to be as flirty as the flap­pers, show­ing off a lit­tle ankle.

The three on the right seem to be wav­ing a broom; it looks like they’re either going to hit th elady with the hat or fling it at the photographer.

Flirty indeed — these girls are down­right spunky.

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Miss Eleanor Laven­dar stands with her long­time nurse and com­pan­ion, Althea Moss, for one final time before board­ing the train to Black­heart Manor, to tutor the young Pais­ley chil­dren. Lit­tle does she know that her heart will be cap­tured by the children’s father, the brood­ing yet tragic Wil­helm Mar­shall Pais­ley the Third.

Okay, I made all that up. I haven’t a clue who they are.