Doug and I were married on New Year’s Eve in the afternoon in 1975. It was a small wedding.Â In fact, compared to our children’s weddings, it was tiny with about sixty people in attendance. Doug’s dad did the officiating and his brother Evan was the best man. I had two bridesmaids, my sister Marla and my good friend Roseann.
It was the seventies (which explains a lot). We had a traditional wedding with a few exceptions: no veil, no train, no registry, no decorations to speak of. (No Mark LaMoreaux pictures…now that was the only big mistake.) My mom made my dress and the bridesmaid dresses; I made Doug’s wedding shirt, complete with embroidery; I wore knee-high boots under my dress and my going-away “outfit” involved (I think) a plaid flannel shirt and cords. We had banana bread at the reception (among other things, but no wedding cake), and I believe we opened gifts at the reception.During the service we both addressed the assembled congregation, speaking about our duties as husband and wife, and we “opened it up for sharing” as well. So a few people stood and exhorted us with Bible passages and good wishes.
It was a cold and snowy day, and when my family left for the wedding from my house, we left my older brother behind. In all the hubbub, we totally forgot him. When he realized we were gone, he took off on foot, and had to do some second guessing to figure out where the wedding was. But he made it in the door just as my mom was ready to be seated, so he walked her down the (very short) aisle!
Mom and I had ordered the bouquets and the corsages ahead of time, of course, but when we opened the box with my bouquet, it was a vast arrangement of white roses and ferns and babies breath, something you might see at a funeral. So we tore it apart and made a quick little bouquet that worked just fine. As you can see, I popped a couple of daisies in my hair.
Our parents were so sweet to just go with the flow on all our ideas for the wedding. They never flinched in my sight. I had only been to one other (explicitly) Christian wedding since my conversion, and it was in a barn. We sat on hay bales. So, from my perspective, our wedding was pretty formal.
I still find it amazing that Doug ever proposed to me. What a crazy thing! Marrying Douglas was by far the best thing that ever happened to me, and I (and our whole tribe of kids and grandkids) continue to reap many blessed benefits from living in close proximity to such an extraordinary man .