Mary's family farm is two hours away above Reading. Her dad had to milk the cow morning and night. He milked by hand. So for him to milk the cow, clean up and drive to the church, we had to get married at 8:45 PM. He could not make the rehearsal, so Mary's brother told him what to do at the last minute.
Mary's two brothers and my younger brother stood with me. Bob was my best man. Ruthie and one other friend of Mary, Donna, were bridesmaids. My older brother and his wife Jean had the rehearsal party at their house, half a mile away. The reception was in the basement of the church: cake and ice cream served by church women. They got everything including clean up for one price.
We had the pastor, and one getting his year in with an established pastor. I paid them both.We did not drive around. We had pictures taken while guests went to the basement and ate their treat. We came down after pictures. My cousin took pictures for the local paper. He does weddings on the side.
When we got to our new mobile home it was after twelve o'clock. The start of wedded bliss. Yes, we made some mistakes over the years. Yes, we had fights now and then. No, everything was not peaches and cream. But we both knew we had the other one watching our back no matter what happened.
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