Some of us don’t have many mementos from our childhood, let alone from our parents’ early years. But former media consultant Bob Cullinan, who splits his time these days between Marin County, California, and Lake Como in Italy, has some old photos of his parents’ wedding 70 years ago, and recently compared them to the real thing.
My parents came from two different worlds. Mom was raised in wealth and privilege in Copenhagen, Denmark. My father sold farm machinery in Lincoln, Nebraska. How they met and married is one of the world’s great love stories.
Bob Cullinan holds a photo of his parents on their wedding day at the spot where the wedding party posed in Salzburg, Austria in 1946.
In 1946, my mother worked as a translator for the American Red Cross. My father was a captain in the US Army Corps of Engineers. They were both stationed in Salzburg, Austria, and one weekend, both just happened to be at a nearby lakeside resort called Mondsee. My father was there with an Army colonel … his commanding officer … and my mother was there with a girl friend.
The two men were sitting at an outdoor cafe when the colonel looked over my father’s shoulder and said, “You have to see this woman. She’s spectacular!” They switched places so my dad could take a look. He saw her from afar, and immediately said to the colonel, “If I can’t marry her, I’ll never marry anyone.”
Nine months later, they were married.
The wedding of Harold and Eva Cullinan in 1946, in the Marble Room of the Mirabell Palace in Salzburg, Austria.
I knew very little about my parents’ wedding, other than my mother telling me it was in a castle in Salzburg. We had a handful of old black-and-white photos from that day, but very little detail. I really wanted to ask both of them for more information, but Dad died in 1976 and Mom passed five years ago.
I needed to know more. In May, I was planning to travel to Europe and shoot photos at the Giro d’Italia, the Tour of Italy bicycle race. Hmmm… Italy is close to Austria. That was all the impetus I needed to book a trip to Salzburg.
I did a little pre-trip research, and discovered that most of the post-war weddings in Salzburg were performed at the Mirabell Palace, in the heart of the city. On my first morning in Austria, I had coffee with a friend, and asked if he knew how far we were from the Mirabell Palace. “It’s right there,” he said. It turns out that we were having coffee just outside the gates of the palace.
September 25 1946. Eva Elholm-Jensen and Captain Harold Challis Cullinan, and their wedding party, outside the Mirabell Palace in Salzburg, Austria.
I took the old black-and-white photos out of my backpack. As I walked up the path to the main entrance at the palace, it struck me: this is the exact spot where my mom and dad stood, along with their friends and witnesses, after their wedding ceremony. My dad in his Army captain’s uniform, my mom with her flowers and fur coat. The lines on the building were exactly the same as 70 years ago. But the people in the photos were long gone.
Mr. and Mrs. Harold C. Cullinan on their wedding day in Salzburg, Austria.
I sat in silence for a few moments, taking it all in. I heard a group of people speaking English near me, and as they walked past, I said, “You’re Americans, yes? Want to see something pretty cool?” And I showed them the photos of my parents’ wedding day. It turns out that they were all cadets from West Point, on a school trip. When they saw my father in his uniform, they were visibly moved. More than a few tears were shed, including mine.
The Marble Room, as it looks today, inside the Mirabell Palace in Salzburg, Austria.
That evening, before a classical music concert at the Mirabell Palace, I was allowed to spend a few minutes alone in the room where the wedding itself had taken place. It’s called (in English) the Marble Hall, and it looks nearly identical to what I could see in the old photos from 70 years ago. The walls are the same, many of the chairs are the same, and it’s easy to imagine how this all looked to my parents, all those years ago. I’ve spent most of my life in the communications business. But at that moment, I found myself at a total loss for words.
Paul Simon may have put it best: “Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph. Preserve your memories. They’re all that’s left you.”
This circle has now been closed. I am completely satisfied.
Bob Cullinan is a lifelong storyteller. A Nebraska native, Cullinan spent a dozen years working in television news and sports before beginning a 20-year career as a media consultant. His passion for the sport of cycling led Cullinan to Europe in 2007, where he reported from professional cycling races across the continent. These days, he splits his time between his home in Marin County, California, and sub-let apartment in Como, Italy.
Very cool story, Bob, and it is made all the more complete with your action of placing the original wedding photos “super-imposed” (?) over your own shots of the same locale. Glad you were able to fill in some (if not all) of the blanks about your parents. . .
Nice story. It brought back memories of Salzburg when I was a child. My dad was Army Counterintelligence and we lived in Zell Am See near Salzburg. I was in first grade at the American school in Salzburg and vaguely remember that castle.
I loved that story. Love Salzburg, too!
What a great article. Did your mom like living in the United States? How did she adjust to a middle-class life in America?
Rita blogging at The Survive and Thrive Boomer Guide
What a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing.