The Wedding

June 3rd worked out very well because it was between spring and summer quarters of school. Our wedding was a medium sized church wedding in the chapel of the old LDS church on highway 30. The ceremony was performed by Bishop Lee S. Nebeker and there were quite a few people there to see Mazie's father give her away. As I looked at her coming down the aisle on her father's arm, I was sure I wanted her very much but wasn't sure from the look on her father's face whether or not he would give her away. She wore a white satin dress which was made by her mother and carried the bouquet which I had gotten for her. I don't recall the bouquet too well but do remember that it cost thirty dollars. Mazie's father took the wedding party over to the Park Hotel Cafe for a wedding supper which was very good. Her folks held a wedding reception at their home and I don't recall much except Mazie's mother dragged me around by the sleeve for a few hours meeting people, cutting cake, doing errand work. By the time the reception was over, I was thoroughly glad to get away from her. Originally we had anticipated staying the first night of our honeymoon at Little America but they were no vacancy by the time we got there and we had to go on to Kemmerer for the night. Looking in retrospect I should have planned better and things would have worked out much better for Mazie because the hotel we stayed in at Kemmerer wasn't very nice and far from a bridal suite. The next morning we went to Murtaugh Idaho and spend two or three days with My aunt Geneva and Uncle Dave and they treated us very well except there wasn't much to do and did nothing very exciting. They were exceptionally considerate to us though and seemed pleased to have had us accept their invitiation to sepnd part of our honeymoon with them. After Idaho, we went to Yellowstone Park for two days and then back to Green River for for a day and then on to school for the summer quarter. In the park the roads were full of chuckholes and were not in good condition. I drove a little too fast and hit several of them too hard and became irritated and did not show the better side of my personality. Looking back, I'll bet the poor girl wondered what kind of marriage she had gotten into and what kind of an eccentric she had married. All in all I behaved very badly and planned my honeymoon very poorly. If I could only jump into a time machine and do it all over again I could give my lovely new wife the tenderness and sweetness that a honeymoon deserves.