I have a photograph of you on your wedding day, St Lucia Methodist Church, 4th August, 1952 but I want to hear what the wind heard —for I gather it was a blustery day, as you step from the car your veil becomes flighty— and want to know what the light witnessed, what it, and only it, could witness between you two as the car pulls up and faces fill the window, their greeting, their desire to share the magic of a bride, confirming this is your day.   Your father, the clean lines of his intelligence, the bright, observant eyes,…