Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Were we ever this young?
My sister Mary, John's sister Susan, my high-school friends Donna and Janie, me, John, his dad John was his best man, and our flower girl was John's little second cousin, Yvonne. That day was and still remains a blur in my mind. I left my shoes at home and my dad had to drive like a bat-out-of-hell home to pick them up.
We honeymooned at the Fontana Apartment/Motel over on Fredericksburg road for a few days until John got shipped back out to California by the Air Force. I had to stay with my parents for a few weeks until we could arrange my travel there. We were as poor as church mice, as I remember, but thought we were living la vida loca!
It's all seemed to have worked out okay, though, almost 40 years later. I think I'll keep him, afterall.