The Bridal Photo Album
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Author’s note: My thanks to Aussie_Bard who previewed the story and pointed out some problems that needed to be addressed.
PROLOGUE:
After the 2004 earthquake off of Indonesia and the subsequent tsunami which collectively killed more then 275,000 people, the public became aware of how much damage can occur if the earthquake strikes in such a way that it triggers a tsunami.
The coastal cities along the North and South American Continents which lie along the Pacific Rim have been aware of the danger for many years, but until recently there was little that could be done to limit the danger.
There have been two earthquakes and tsunamis of note which struck in the Americas in the 20th century. The great one was off the coast of Chile in 1960. The other one is described below:
Good Friday, 27 March, 1964 5:36 pm (local time)
The waters of Prince William Sound (Off the coast of Alaska) start to shudder as a shallow earthquake begins its deadly work. The quake will measure 9.2 (8.6 Richter scale) and depending where the shock waves are measured will last for 3 to 5 minutes. This was start of the second largest earthquake ever recorded in the Americas.
The quake creates what can best be described as a ‘hole’ in the ocean as one plate slides under another and that plate then rises. Water seeking its own level begins to move, with the water above the rising plate moving into the ‘hole,’ the quakes rumbling, roils the waters, and a tsunami is underway as the shock waves send the water on its destructive path, ever outward from the epicenter of the quake.
The quake left a string of ruins from Anchorage to Kodiak including Seward and Valdez, all in the great state of Alaska.
The tsunami continued down the West Coast leaving a path of destruction in Port Alberni, British Columbia and several other towns in that province but thankfully with no recorded deaths. As it traveled South it hit the beach’s and towns in Washington, Oregon and California.
There were 4 waves in this tsunami traveling at speeds up to 400 miles per hour with wave heights up to 21 feet. 4.1 hours later the tsunami slammed into Crescent City, California. . .
PRELUDE:
Friday 27 March, 1964 6:15 pm
Deputy Sgt. Pete Wilson (one of Del Norte County’s finest), laid down his fork and moved over to pick up the ringing phone.
‘Pete?’ came the voice in his ear.
‘Ya Jessie, it’s me,’ was his response.
The Del Norte Sheriffs Office dispatcher went on, ‘There’s been an earthquake up in Alaska and it’s triggered a tsunami.’
‘Shi, . . oops sorry Jessie!’ was Pete’s reply.
Jessie completed her task, ‘Start at the Crescent City city limits, head North up Highway 101, and make sure the beaches are all clear.’
‘How long I got?’ he queried.
‘We think it’ll hit Crescent City sometime after 9:30 this evening,’ Jessie answered.
‘I’m on my way,’ he said putting down the phone.
Pete explained the situation to his wife as he headed into the bedroom to change into his uniform.
9:30 pm
Pete saw the campfire as his squad car moved slowly down towards the beach on a very bumpy washboard trail. For the first time he was able to see the huge RV’s parked near the water’s edge. Pete stepped up the speed as he tried to get close enough to use his speaker to warn the four people huddled around the fire.
Suddenly the four started to run away from the water’s edge as the first wave struck.
The wave picked up the two RV’s and sent them tumbling up the beach like little plastic children’s toys.
When the wave receded nothing could be seen of the people and all that was left to view were the crushed hulks of the 2 RV’s, as the 2nd wave hit.
Pete pounded the steering wheel and let the tears roll as the 3rd and 4th wave ravaged the beach. In his mind was one thought, ‘If those God Damn kids hadn’t given me such a hassle at the last stop I could have made it in time.’ . . .
THE STORY:
Monday 30 March, 1964
The unexpected ringing of the doorbell startled her. Rising from her desk she moved to the door and saw a policeman standing on the porch.
Opening the door she inquired, ‘Yes, how may I help you.’
‘Are you Mrs. Carol Updyke?’ was his reply.
‘I used to be. Now I’m Carol Lewis,’ she said with a grimace.
‘Do you know if Mrs. Marie Snyder is home?’ The police Officer queried.
‘As a matter of fact she is,’ Carol responded.
The officer then uttered a worrisome phrase, ‘I need to talk to the two of you. Would you mind coming with me, ma’am?’
Naturally Carol’s concerns were growing by the second, but the officer wouldn’t say anymore as he headed to Marie’s house with Carol almost running to keep up.
Carol rushed ahead to open the door, while asking the officer to enter, and hollered, ‘Marie come here.’
The lady who appeared within an instant was almost a carbon copy of Carol, they were after all first cousins.
The officer then asked them to be seated as what he needed to say was for the both of them.
Puzzled and fearful, Carol and Marie sat together on the sofa and joined hands.
‘ I presume you heard about the Good Friday Earthquake in Alaska and the resulting tsunami? It is my sad duty to inform you both that Evan and Molly Force and Nathan and Erin Lewis perished in the tsunami. Please accept my condolences,’ the grisly old veteran said with a tremor in his voice.
‘When did it happen, and where,’ came from Carol. ‘How can you be sure,’ from Marie.
The officer opened his notebook to verify the facts: ‘ A Deputy Sheriff, Sgt. Peter Wilson, witnessed it. He had been ordered to clear the beaches North of Crescent City in Del Norte County, California and the beach where your parents were staying was the last one. He just plain got there 5 minutes too late. All he could do was sit there and watch in horror as the event that led to your parent’s deaths unfolded.’
By this time the tears and screams of anguish had begun as the horrible tale hit the two women with full force.
Though the sobbing continued there was more that needed to be said. ‘Sgt. Wilson called in his report and prepared to verify the identities of the victims but he was called back to Crescent City as half of the downtown area had been razed by the tsunami leaving over 10 dead. Boats were laying in the middle of the street, buildings had been torn asunder, and search teams were urgently needed, not to mention security against looting.’
The officer continued, ‘Once Crescent City was secure, Sgt. Wilson started North with a team to check each beach and to make sure nothing was overlooked. It was Sunday before he got his team back to the beach your parents had been camping in. All items of value were inventoried and are on their way here. As soon as he’d determined the identities of the victims he notified his office, which informed us so that you could be contacted and told the sad news in person.’
Finally the policeman asked the final question and made his final pronouncement, ‘Why were your parents staying there, do you know? Based on Sgt. Wilson’s eye witness account, certificates of death will be issued by the Del Norte County Medical Examiner.’
In a still sobbing voice Carol told him about her dad’s and uncle’s forced retirement from the city fire department and their buying the RV’s so that they could travel South in the Winter and that they were in fact returning home after wintering down near San Diego.
The policeman again expressed his regrets as he made his departure, leaving the two women holding each other and sobbing their hearts out in mutual agony and sorrow.
Suddenly a new crying voice broke their spell. Rising they both rushed up to the baby’s bedroom to find out what baby Daniel wanted or needed.
In truth Daniel didn’t want or need anything but it is a
baby’s job to cry and scream for mama’s attention and he’d figured if mama was crying and screaming he didn’t need the competition. As soon as the two women moved over to his crib he stopped crying and began to coo, flail his arms about in happiness, even as his face lit up into a smile that will always melt a mother’s and cousin’s hearts.
Marie leaned over, picked her son up, and pressing him to her breast gave him a loving kiss on one cheek while Carol kissed the other.
When Jake Snyder came home from work he found his wife and their son sitting on the sofa with Carol. It was evident that the ladies had been crying off and on all day. Their eyes were swollen, the collars of their dresses were wet, and they wouldn’t stop holding hands, even as the tears rolled down their cheeks.
Jake knew the news he was about to hear was not going to be good so instead of getting a cup of coffee as he normally would, he walked over to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a generous brandy, and joined the women on the sofa.
When the women told Jake about the horrible way their parents perished during The Good Friday Tsunami he found that he wasn’t able to hold the tears back either for he had truly loved his in-laws and the Lewis’ as outside of his parents they were the only family he’d had.
Rev. Day, the pastor at Trinity Presbyterian Church, conducted the memorial services. Bowing his head he started the service with a prayer:
‘Merciful God, we ask you to pass your hand of mercy over our loved ones this day. Relieve them of their sorrow and suffering over the deaths of family and friends. We also ask that you quell the grieving and bring peace to the families and friends of the other one hundred and twenty who perished in the tsunami on Good Friday past. Lead them and us to know that they are with thee in a better place, Amen.’
The remainder of the service was a celebration of the lives and the accomplishments of Evan and Molly Force and Nathan and Erin Lewis.
Because no bodies were available, a table had been placed at the Altar railing with pictures of the two couples from happier days. The pictures had been pulled out of the family photo albums. Looking at the photos, Carol and Marie had the same idea at the same instant. Looking at each other they both smiled in mutual understanding, which drew disapproving frowns from several parishioners.
The next several days found the two women cleaning out a spare bedroom at Carol’s house and moving in several tables, chairs, and a typewriter. The basics having been taken care of all of the photographs from the two households were brought in and laid down. Carol’s went on one table and Marie’s on another. The large table in the center of the room would be their work table.
Some of the photographs were in several picture albums but the bulk of them were in large envelopes with the dates they had been taken and who and where were printed on each envelope. Carol and Marie were going to construct two pictorial family histories for posterity. The typewriter was there to label the photos and to record their recollections so that they wouldn’t be lost with the passage of time.
On the first sort through, a dozen or so of the oldest photos and some new ones taken with a Polaroid Land Camera were set aside. The ladies had heard that photos taken by the Polaroid’s tend to fade rather quickly and they needed to talk to an expert.
The two cousins drove to the photographer who’d taken the photo’s at their joint wedding four years earlier.
His photo shop was unique and extremely large for a small college town. There was a studio for professional photo work but next to it was a veritable museum of photography and a camera shop. The studio and shop were mutually attached via a large arched doorway.
The first sight that came to the eye was a huge panorama of the city displayed on the back wall. It had been taken from the air and according to the sign below it, it had been taken in 1922, the same year that their mothers and grandparents had moved here from Minnesota. In it, way up in the upper right hand corner was the quay wall and its huge fishing fleet. In the center of the picture was the city center with the city hall, modeled after those often found in the Midwest and the South, a three story brick building nestled on a large grass covered, tree lined commons. In the upper left hand corner was the cities claim to fame, Western University, with the bell tower standing proud and tall next to the administrative building, surrounded by dorms and the various college buildings. The campus was surrounded by a grass covered, cedar lined mecca. To the right of the campus was the tall spire of Trinity Presbyterian Church.
Carol suddenly grabbed Marie’s hand and pulled her over to a shelf on the left hand wall. Stopping the two took in the sight before them and burst out in a delighted fit of laughter. There before them was Grandma’s old Kodak Brownie Camera. Grandma was a nut when it came to taking pictures. If she’d had any say in the matter she would have ‘Gone To Her Reward’ with it in her hands so she could record the event.
‘How may I help you?’ a voice behind them asked. Turning they saw the photographer standing behind the counter.
The ladies explained their proposed photo albums and showed him the photos they’d brought with them. The old faded photos could be retouched and yes it was true about the Polaroid photos but he could make copies of them for posterity’s sake. He also advised them of the best way to mount the photos and showed them several albums that he recommended.
The purchases having been made the two cousins were ready to begin their project.
All the photos were separated into decades, prior to 1900, 1900-1910, 1910-1920, etc.
Next they were divided into their mother’s family and their respective father’s families.
The first picture to go in the albums was the only known picture of Great Grandma and Great Grandpa Otter standing in front of the old farmhouse which was on 80 acres about 20 miles NE of Mille Lacs Lake in central Minnesota.
‘Looking at Great Grandpa Otter it’s easy to see where our height came from. My God, he must be over 6 1/2 feet tall and huge, like a big grizzly bear,’ Marie commented.
‘Yes and you can tell where the curse of the Otter women came from,’ remarked Carol with a giggle as they looked at Great Grandma Otter with her obviously braless, huge low hanging breasts, and wide hips pressing against and filling out her sun dress.
Next they each carefully pasted a section of a Minnesota map with an X showing where the family farm had been.
The next picture to go into Marie’s album was one of Grandma and Grandpa Force, Carol put a picture of Grandma and Grandpa Lewis in her album.
Suddenly the two women started giggling and couldn’t seem to stop as Marie voiced what they were both thinking, ‘It doesn’t seem like the curse has to be put on just Great Grandma Otter,’ as they looked at the photos of Grandma Force and Grandma Lewis. Both ladies were also obviously endowed with wide hips and heavy pendulous breasts that no bra could confine.
With another giggle Carol remarked, ‘Does it occur to you cuz that the men of the family all have a fetish for big floppy tits?’
Each of the ladies next added several pictures of Grandma and Grandpa Otter. Sure enough she had the same large pendulous breasts and wide hips as the rest of the families women had displayed, which brought a new round of giggles.
Marie suddenly wistfully remarked, ‘ You know, it was nice though, to sit in her lap and rest your head against those big soft pillows.’ A remark which Carol echoed.
Marie reached into her pile and put several childhood pictures of her father, Evan Force, followed by several of her mother, Molly Otter, as a young girl. Meanwhile, Carol was busy pasting her pictures of her father, Nate Lewis, as a small tyke into her album followed by h
er mother, Erin Otter, in her younger years.
The cousins decided to put in the picture of Grandpa Caleb and Grandma Emily Otter, standing proudly together and call it a day. She was dressed in a beautiful summer frock with a wide brimmed straw hat. The bear of a man who was their grandpa was standing at attention next to her in his Marine Corps uniform with his right arm in a sling and with his left hand resting on a cane. On his chest were the Silver Star and a Purple Heart with a star on it, and on his upper arms his new Corporal Chevrons.
He’d joined the Marine Corps when the United States entered World War I even though as a father and a farmer he was exempt from the draft. He’d been in the famous 2nd Battalion, 5th Marines at the Battle of Belleau Wood in June of 1918 where he’d done something heroic which he never talked about and had been wounded twice. The picture was taken when he came home on leave prior to his honorable discharge due to the wounds received.
The ladies stretched and started for the kitchen for a cup of tea before Marie went to gather a snoozing Dan up to head for home and get supper started.
After supper Carol found herself to be in a rather melancholy mood. Yes she was still grieving over the loss of her parents, aunt, and uncle, but the trip down memory lane had soothed her sorrow somewhat. She decided to relax in the tub with a glass of wine and try to soak away the hurt. As the tub filled she poured in her favorite lavender scent and lit several scented candles.
Shutting off the water she stripped and looked at herself in the full length mirror. What she saw was a 22 year old, green eyed, 5’10’ woman, weighing 160 lbs, with long auburn hair tied in a ponytail streaming down her back and almost touching her buttocks. her mouth twisted into a rueful smile as she looked at her huge pendulous breasts which hung to just above her naval like two gigantic pears. Turning around slightly to look at what she considered to be her worst feature, (to her anyway) her fat ass. Disgustedly she smacked a cheek with her hand. The cheek was firm enough that it hardly jiggled, but as she turned back to the mirror her breasts did sway and wobble with quite a noticeable movement. Her last thought before she stepped into the tub brought a smile to her face, Her auburn pussy hair proved her hair color didn’t come from a bottle.
Tying her hair up she slipped down into the frothy bubbles and reached for the wine glass as she leaned back to rest her back against the tub.
Mindlessly she squeezed a breast and rubbed a nipple with her thumb as she set the wine glass down and used her other hand to softly rub her pussy lips. The picture of her grandfather and grandmother standing together just before his discharge from the Marines kept coming back to her mind.
For the first time in months, ever since that snake Gavin Updyke to whom she’d been married, took off, she found herself sexually aroused, but try as she would she wasn’t able to release her sexual tensions with an orgasm.
She finally gave up, drank the last of the wine, and toweled herself dry as she headed for bed.
Crawling under the covers she closed her eyes in what she hoped would be a peaceful nights sleep for the first time since she’d learned of the death of her parents.
As Carol nodded off the picture of Emily and Caleb Otter came into view. Caleb took Emily’s hand in his as they walked together up to the house on the family farm. Funny, Where was his cane and why wasn’t his right arm in it’s sling? Her big bear was walking without a limp, and even though he was wearing the uniform of the US Marine Corps he was walking with the proud purpose of the undamaged man she’d married in 1913.
As soon as the pair entered the house and closed the door Caleb took her into his arms and proceeded to kiss her with an ardor she’d long remembered and absence so long regretted. Standing on her toes she reached up to wrap his neck in her arms.
Caleb tried to bend over so that she could more easily reach him but she wouldn’t allow it. Moving her arms to his waist she pulled him tightly into her body even as she thrust her hips forward so that she could feel all of him press against her. She wanted, no needed, to feel his manhood press into her stomach again, it’d been so long and she’d missed it so much.
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