3HECTIC MONTHS

First a couple of notes: thanks Shannon for offering to send out wedding picture so I could
blog it, but I don't know how. If you can do it from your computer, go for it.

Also, all was not fun and games with this story and I really did a lot of hard thinking about
putting in the not=so-nice parts, but then that was the way it was and I am sure did a
lot to shape my life. See what you think.

Let's see, I left off on y birthday. That day my Dad took me over to Jerry's Pheasant Bar
for my first legal drink. Wayne was invited over for my birthday dinner and then we went
out partying with Audrey and Art Frey, and Dick and Joyce Schramm. Dick had been
drafted about the same time as Wayne and he too came home for Christmas, at which
time He and Joyce had eloped to Indiana to get married. No waiting period there. We
had a good night.

Wayne had to leave on New Year's Eve and was to report to Ft. Lee in Virginia. Being a
nice person, I invited his mother to go to the depot with us and then we would go back
to the Webb house and celebrate New Years. Kind of mixed emotions there. We had
decided we would be married on his next leave, sometime in June.

Marguerite, my future MIL, was so rude and nasty to me. Complaining she knew nothing
about our engagement (she went with her son to pick out the ring) and but then why should
she as she was only his mother. This went on all night. I did stay til midnite, but by then
I felt that this would be the shortest engagement in history. I couldn't figure it out. She
never treated me this way before and I had known this family for three years. Iguess
she figured as long as I was going with Chuck her son was "safe" from my clutches. I
really didn't need this. Uncle Roy walked me home. We had a long talk. He said I
shouldn't take it personally, that She was that way with anyone who got involved with
the men in her life. She treated Emma like dirt. Auntie Bev could not even kiss her
day good-bye by the time she was ten. He convinced me it wasn't me, but anyone Wayne
would decide to marry. She even wrote to Wayne after the announcement was in the
paper "I see by the paper you are engaged to Dorothy Whats-her-name" for crying out
loud, she knew me for three years. Well, anyway I decided to kill her with kindness.
That's why my tongue is so short, I bit so much of it off keeping my mouth shut. Anyway
this went on until the day she died.

Enough of that. Time passed. I went to pick out my wedding dress, taking both mothers
with me. We had the bridesmaid dresses picked out and all was going well, when another
shoe dropped. Wayne had passed out at inspection that day. He was diagnosed with
a hernia and had surgery. This was early in March. He had completed his basic training
but still had specialized training to go thru for another 6 weeks. They were sending him
home around the 23rd of March for 3 weeks to recover and then we didn't know when
he would get another leave. I had gone that evening to Lutheran High School open house
and got a call there from my mother, stating that Wayne was coming home in a few days
and we needed to up our wedding plans. (come to think of it our courtship was surrounded
by phone calls in weird places.

Can you see it, planning a wedding in 3 weeks--I don't know how my mother and dad
did it, but they did. Thank God the dresses were already bought. And Thank God it
was lent. Not too many people get married during lent, so we were able to get a hall.
We had some connections with Lo Duca Bros. accordian school, and they were able to
get us a band. Even tho it was Lent, weddings were usually frowned on this time of year
but because it was war-time, this was overlooked. When Wayne came home he and I
went to see our pastor. Pastor Meyer told him if he found out Wayne was against me
going to church, He would have to answer to him personally.

Friday night before the wedding, we had rehearsal, and Uncle Clyde (Wayne's best
man) came to church so drunk, he could barely stand up. It was really embarrassing,
but Wayne's dad (a really great man) kind of stepped in for him and guaranteed me
he might be hungover the next day, but he would be sober. All the time my mil kept
saying to anyone who would listed "Waynie just had surgery, so thet wont be able to
do anything" I kid you not! Fortunately I knew we would be moving out of state, so
I was able to ignore her. And besides that she was WRONG

to be continued....................TOMORROW THE "BIG" DAY