YOUR WEDDING DAY


WHEN, WHERE, BY WHOM, RECEPTION, COLORS ETC.

February 9, 1973, in our Branch President’s front room, by him, President Ronald C. Martin.

There was no reception. There was no open house. I remembered hearing my dad complain about the wedding invitations they received. They didn’t know very well half of the people who sent them and both he and mom made comments about how the kids were just looking for life to be easy-trying to get stuff from others who didn't have half the stuff the newlyweds would be getting. Yeah-I learned first hand what it means to be poor in spirit.

I wore a homemade peach dress and David wore the brown 3-piece wool suit he had from his mission.

While we were in the apartment we would be living in, waiting for his parents to come; he kept pacing nervously from one window to the next. He was so nervous. They eventually arrived and followed us out to Pres. Martin’s home. David's parents brought me a corsage and David a boutonniere.

Gary Butler and Cindy Huntsman were our witness couple. After the ceremony David’s dad took us to a restaurant for dinner. They gave us some Corelle Ware dishes, a set of pots, and a gift from Karen-a set of silverware. When we returned to our apartment, the landlord had left us a new table cloth as a wedding present.

The next morning David got up early and went to work.

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