Wednesday, August 8, 2012

PGR #14


Aug 5 2012

Small Plates of Grandma Rosi   #14    Wedding Bells – Aug. 20-25, 1967

Hello Everybodee!

I thought this week I would share with you a short history of the week of Bill’s and Rosi’s wedding. 

You recall that I met Bill at our LDS Branch one Sunday morning when he was becoming active in the church.  I knew all of the faces in that meeting except his.  I remember he looked big – strong, and friendly.  He had red hair except for the bald spot on top and of course no one in the room missed hearing his huge voice.  The one peculiar thing I recall was that for the most part he sat with his head down.  I thought it was because he was pondering, he later told me that it was because he had been writing Keno all night and was tired.  But, he was at church.

He proposed around a campfire in the Sierra Nevada Mountains when we were at a Branch party.  He gave me the ring on Mother’s Day in 1967 in Carson City, Nevada up Kings Canyon, a favorite spot of his.

I had returned home for a month prior to our wedding date, August 25, 1967.  He arrived the week of our wedding having made the 9 hour trip in about 5 hours.  (Yes, he was speeding to Paradise.)  That week was eventful.  A few things stick out in my mind:

1.  We went to a Logan theater to see Blackbeard’s Ghost.  He laughed so hard that everyone was turning around and looking at us.  I did my usual grin and wondered if I really wanted to marry this loud man.

2.  When we completed our blood work Bill did not pass.  He has had an issue with blood tests since he was born.  I am asking him right now the specifics but he can’t remember.  The gest of it is that for many years every time he had his blood tested it proved positive for a virus that is related to cankers.  (Yea!  He just now remembered:  Herpes Simplex 2.  Dad was told that he picked up the virus at the hospital when he was born.  He does not think it is hereditary.)  Remedy at this time was that they gave him a HUGE shot of penicillin.  He had a lump for days.

3.  We also made a trip up into the mountains with Daddy (Lloyd) and I believe some of Dixie’s family.  This is one of Daddy’s favorite things to do:  Load the back of his jeep with seats and fill them up with family.  Add a sack with Vienna sausages and pork and beans and we are good.  (I imagine that Arlynn made us some sandwiches that day.)  We went through the ranch property (south side) up Hyrum Canyon  and stopped at the springs that provides water for Paradise.  (The bees were flying around enjoying the open water and making Rosi nervous.)  We travelled through the Quacken Asps on rough old roads to Cooks Cabin.  The biggest memory for me was Dad and I carving our initials in a tree trunk-  Dad recalls that we carved:   BM + RO.  
4.  Preparations for the week kept Arlynn very busy.  Dad had paid to have the reception catered so she wasn’t working on food or decorations.  She was instead, working to hang and display the trousseau that she had prepared for us.  (There were about four beautiful quilts.  The red and white checkered quilt that hangs in our kitchen was one of them.  The quilt top had been prepared by my Mom, Alyce.)  The wedding was held at the Paradise Ward Building and Arlynn converted the nice, carpeted Relief Society Room into a wondrous display of quilts, pillow cases, kitchen towels, shower items and more.  She was known through out the south end of Cache Valley as a woman who knew how to display a trousseau.  (Those of you who knew her probably remember that she was a wonderful housekeeper and a clever interior decorator.  She also knew how to hang wall paper and was often asked to help out her friends and family in that way.)

Next week I will detail our wedding day.  Hope you don’t mind my sharing these thoughts with you.  Small talk has so little meaning and I want my communications to you to have substance.  If you prefer, just hide these thoughts away in a file somewhere.  I promise you that some day they will have value for you.

Dad has had health issues this week.  We are staying pretty close to home and watching the Olympics.  It has been a great time to watch TV.  So glad that Ben’s family and Marlies are having a wonderful trip in Alaska.  Tim, we haven’t heard from you in a while.  Please call, we miss hearing your voice.  Our deepest love and affection to all of you, our family.  You are our greatest treasure!!!

Mom 

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