My paternal Grandparents' wedding

Inspired by Yellowballoon (thanks Val), I thought I'd put up this wedding photo of my Grandparents' wedding. Taken at Saint John's Church in Enderby, Leicestershire on the 29th March 1940.

I think they met due to my Grandma Mavis working at the Co-Operative shoe factory in Leicester, facing the house where my Grandad lived with his parents and younger brother. My Grandma was born and brought up in Enderby, a village south west of Leicester, where there was another Co-Op shoe factory. From what I've learnt, it seems that workers were often bussed between both sites.

My Grandad Raymond was an electrical engineer (according the the marriage records) and born in Nuneaton (like me). I think he was in a reserved occupation, as unlike his younger brother who was sent to India with the RAF, he stayed on the home front. I know for sure that he was in the Home Guard, but a branch that took care of an area around Market Bosworth including RAF Desford and an emergency landing ground at Braunstone on the edge of Leicester (and where I lived before moving to France).

My Dad told me that my Grandad worked in the aircraft industry postwar, at Armstrong Whitworth then Beagle-Auster. From what he told me, he was based at Braunstone "working on the planes". In the 50's & 60's he was a radio amateur, so I'm wondering if he worked on the radio equipment in aircraft during WW2. Later at Beagle-Auster I found out on the Auster forum that he was a "Radio fitter foreman" there.

Sadly he died in 1967, before I was born and my Grandma passed away when I was 18 months old. So lots of vagueness regarding family information. Despite finding out quite a lot about them via Ancestry.

In the photo, I've found out that of the bridesmaids, the lady far left is the wife of my Grandma's brother, Clarence. He moved down to live in the East End of London back in the 1930's. His wife being from there. The two girls are their daughters.
The bridesmaid on the right is my Grandma's younger sister, Evelyn, who apparently died young.

This is one of two photos, which unfortunately got a bit butchered by my Mum when she was having one of her mental health "episodes". I managed to rescue them and bring them over to France with me when I moved.