This really should have been posted on Thursday. On April 16, 1966, Michelle's father, Lynn, and I were married. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and everything was perfect.
Not many attended our wedding. Both sets of parents and grandparents were there. My brother and his girlfriend came, my sister and my friend were bridesmaids and Lynn's brother and uncle stood up with him. That was the entire group. We were married in the manse, which was quite small and we had to crowd into the living room while the ceremony took place.
Aunts and uncles were invited to the reception, which we had in a little rural community hall. We had a dance but it all wound down early. Then we went back to the little apartment that we had rented. That was our honeymoon.
Lynn passed away in December 1977, but each year when April rolls around, I remember the young boy and girl (yes, we were just kids) who were married that beautiful spring day.
Hope you enjoyed the memories. Have a great weekend. ~Blessings, Mary~