Weddding Vows




I photographed a wedding yesterday, the bride in a white dress, the groom very tall and handsom, the Pastor a large and bearded man who arrived in a black cowboy hat that matched a black Lutheran collor. Nine hundred and sixty photos will go to the gentle couple, and 8 CDs of photos. She is a scrapbooker and will easily make her own enlargements, and she will send photos to hundreds of family and friends. When Marjorie and I married, there were only 55 people, and I counted them. For Peg Bohman and William George, there were between 300 and 400 people at the American Leageon Hall for the Wedding Dance, and Marjorie and I, well she says that receptions and thereafter on that day are really the right of spring no matter when they happen. Peg and Bill had about 50 present at the church, and the brother-in-law took the church pictures. Peg will have so much to remember, her day.

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