We got married on January 24, 1965 in the St. Agnes Cathedral in Springfield Missouri. My dad walked me down the aisle and my mother wept. I couldn't look at her because I would cry too. We had somewhere around 15 to 20 guests. We had his parents, who had driven down from Minot, North Dakota, my parents, my two sisters, one brother-in-law and one nephew. Then we had a half a dozen or so friends. Mrs Gilmmore and Mrs. Hall from the USO came too. My sister Kathy was my matron of honor, and Dave's best man was Mike Hern,a friend of his from the army base.
We had a small reception at our new apartment, We had some cake and punch thanks to mom and a few friends. It was these friends that also served it all up. I opened some gifts, most of which were towels. We needed towels!! lol And by the way, Dave carried me across the threshold. (I was a lot smaller then.) lol
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ReplyDeleteWhat a romantic man he was, carrying you across the threshold. And I'm glad that Grandma and Grandpa did finally warm up to him. It just took a while.
ReplyDeleteThey really didn't have anything against him, it was just that I was still so young.
ReplyDeleteSounds like you had a great little wedding!
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