The strangers have solved our 57 -year -old wedding mystery | Now to love

• While Confetti threw Aileen and her bridegroom, Bill, were delighted to have a special day cinecamera
• Shortly after their bridges, the pair watched a projector to follow the filming
• Had a ball withdrawing their biggest day after the fact
• Bill returned the projector to his partner, but when others wanted to watch the wedding drum, it was found nowhere … and so their wedding mystery started
• Decades later, a stranger over the seas posted a photo of Bill and Aileen’s big day on Facebook. He said he tried to follow the newborn.
• Aileen Turnbull, from Mount Warren Park, QLD, shares how the foreigner has resolved his wedding mystery after 57 …

Leaving the church in my beautiful wedding dress, I smiled at the crowd.

“Congrats”, my friends checked, while they threw confetti over me and my new husband, my new husband, Bill.

“Stay there,” he trained wedding photographer.

Bill and me, both of us, were on the stairs of the parish church Mastrick in Aberdeen, Scotland, while the photographer removed us

It was August 5, 1967.

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I wore a beautiful white satin dress that I had seen in a window of the store on my bus at work at a store.

My colleague Margaret, Gilbert, had a cinecamera, who creates a series of photos to produce moving images, and he also took some wedding images.

“Go like this,” he instructed, so Bill and I were confronted with his room and smiled.

After that, our guests went to a new restaurant in the city for reception.

It was a nice day.

Bill and I met us when we were 15 and we both worked at a store. I had a job in the accounts and he was the elevator operator.

We have been employed for 18 years and we got married two years later.

After returning to Edinburgh’s honeymoon, Margaret asked if we would like to see the movie movies that Gilbert filmed.

“Oh, yes, please!” I said.

“You will need a projector,” she said, handing my cinema drum.

One of Bill’s colleagues, Brian, had one and tilted him.

Bill brought her home from work and set up her in our living room.

“It’s not so wonderful,” I sighed, reliving our wonderful day.

Not long after, Brian asked the projector back, so Bill wrapped everything and gave it to him.

A few weeks later, my mother asked to see the materials.

I searched the tall and low drum.

“I can’t find it anywhere,” I told Bill.

He asked Brian, but he said he didn’t.

The filming of our special day had disappeared. It was a complete wedding mystery.

I was sad, but I made a wedding album and had a lot of wonderful pictures, so I soon forgot about it.

In 1969, we had our twins Susan and Craig, and three years later our daughter Donna was born.

Then, in 1981, Bill Is offered an opportunity to move to Australia for work.

My sister Rhonda and her family have already emigrated and loved her, so I jumped to the chance.

We set ourselves in Brisbane.

I received a job on the command table at Griffith Uni and Bill ran a company with electric motor parts.

As the years passed, Bill and I became grandparents and we both withdrew.

In a afternoon, in October 2024, I was sitting on the couch with my iPad. I often not check Facebook But for some reason, I did it and something attracted my attention.

There was a group for people who grew up in Mastrick, Scotland.

I joined the group and the first thing that appeared was a wedding photo.

“Oh, my goodness,” I shouted, with my hand that covered my mouth in shock. “Bill, look at that, we are!”

“Who has our wedding photo?” he asked, confusing.

– I don’t know, I replied.

He was posted by a woman named Pamela.

The subtitle said that someone named Terry posted on another Aberdeen group in April about an old drum that he discovered about a wedding organized at the Parish Mastrick Church.

It had passed through some old navy drums and our wedding appeared.

He watched the filming, but could not recognize anyone in it.

So he made a call on social networks.

Immediately, I sent a message to Pamela.

I am in the photo, I wrote.

She instantly answered.

You have to contact Terry Cheyne, she said.

That’s how I did.

He also replied immediately.

I gave up the hope of ever solving this wedding mystery! He wrote, obviously amazed.

He told me that his uncle kept all the old materials of the Navy.

“Ask her the name of her uncle,” Bill said so I did it.

It was Brian. This has resolved the mystery of the wedding!

Terry was holding boxes from his old tambuds in his attic and now, when he was retired, his nephew had suggested to transfer them all on DVD.

He did this and discovered our lost wedding materials.

Would you like to see it? he asked.

Oh yes! I replied.

He sent us as an internet link.

Bill and I were sitting on the couch and we forgot about our 57 -year -old wedding on the iPad screen.

He had no sound, but it was complete.

He was so surrealist. So many of our guests have died since then. We often remembered about them, but let’s see our parents and Bill’s grandparents who were moving was just incredible.

My face of flowers, my granddaughter Karen, then two, 59 years ago, handed me a luck and you could see me to kiss her.

“I forgot about this,” I told Bill with astonishment.

The next day, our 55 -year -old son Craig appeared to follow him. Since then I have sent the link to all our relatives, which I think is great.

We are so grateful to Terry that we found ourselves and solved the mystery of the wedding.

Someone could have thrown it, but decided to follow us.

We hope to visit Scotland soon and we would like to meet Terry to thank them personally.

What special gift was gathered with images from that magic day after all this time.

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