To Our Wedding Day
To keep the anonymity of those persons who played a major role in our lives, I have used fictitious names, or just "blanked" them.
We stopped in at the Shasta Cafe and had 'Waffles a La Mode.'
"D....." took "P.." home,then you,before we went home. Another beautiful evening,I'll never forget.
"F...W.." the produce manager from 152 and his wife "D....." and you
and I had become pretty good friends. We often visited them in their home.
"F..." had been talking to you about joining him in a new venture.
He was going to have a store set up for him, through the DVA, on
the Martin Estate. He was asking you to be the butcher and owner of
the meat department, a kind of partnership.
It sounded as though it would work, so you left Safeways and joined him. "Mr.Maddison," " Mr.Weir " and "Mr. Hobbs" were not very happy
with your decision. You were a credit to the meat department.
They, and the customers liked the way you would give tips on the
preparation of the meat they had just purchased.
You found a place to room and board, on the Estate, close to the
store. "M... and L...... H....s." You knew them from before. They
even gave you an area to garden. You had a nice garden too,which you
loved.
You told me how you got up early and worked in your garden before
going to work.
It was April, a year had gone by, my first day of vacation, Sunday,
you had cycled over to see me,at my home.
Remember the croquet game we played that day? We were putting the
equipment away. As I walked by the workshop window, which was open,
you tossed a ball out thinking it would land in front of me. Problem was
you didn't know there was a barrel sitting just below this window. Had
the barrel not been there the ball would have landed at my feet.
It didn't clear this barrel and glanced off the edge, which caused
it to ricochet, glancing off the corner of my brow, splitting the skin,
causing it to bleed.
You took me into the house and had me lay on my bed, asking my mother
for the first-aid kit, which was something they never had. Something you
made sure we always had after that.
You hopped onto your bicycle and rode to the Martin Estate, Wayward
Groceries, where you were the meat manager, to get some.
It didn't bleed much, being it had only been grazed, but you cleaned
it up. It looked ok and I suffered no ill effects from it, so we
carried on with our day.
You were pretty upset about it, but I felt it was a simple accident
and nothing to worry about.You were a very caring person.
As we went on our walk we came upon this huge pile of gravel.It
looked like a small mountain, so we took pictures of each other standing
part ways up the side. Such great times we had.
As I took a picture of you standing there you said. "You shouldn't
marry me. I'm not good enough for you, I'll be saddling you with a
French name which will always make things tough for you.
But I didn't agree, you had too much confidence in yourself to feel
this way. I couldn't understand, and thought it was pre-wedding jitters,
and told you. "I'm deeply in love with you,' Honey', if anything I am
the one who is not worthy of you." You were a wonderful person and
always showed me the greatest respect. I loved you soooo.... much,there
was no way we weren't going to get married. Besides it was to be....
You weren't like other men I had gone out with. I had to fight for
my life because they had only one thing on their mind. The Lord was
always with me, and sent help. Like the time a train came around the
corner, the lights so bright they lit up the whole area. An immediate change of mind, but he did walk me home.
Then there was the date who left me to walk home alone. He had taken me to a show, but couldn't sit still. Finally he had said. "I'm leaving, you can stay
and watch the rest if you want to". I said it was fine I'll leave too.
He walked me two blocks south and said. "You can get home from here".
Then he turned and went back.
Mother had sent Dad to get bread, which was a curious thing, because it
was something they just never did. I guess it was her way of sending
dad for me again.
This time it was a good thing. He happened to come along at the right
time, my Guardian Angel,again. As dad drove along Whyte Ave.,looking
for a place which was open, we saw this guy with a girl draped over
each arm, they appeared to be quite drunk. He didn't see me and did
try to date me again, but there was no way. He, and his family wanted
us to get together,but I didn't really care for him. His sister was
my best friend, and he had treated her badly, once when I was visiting
her. Trying to get her to leave, so he could be alone with me, but her
mom had asked her not to leave the house until she got back and so she
refused to go.
He started to rough her up, so I left,telling her I'd be in touch. I
wasn't fussy about going out with him, to please his family I did, but
never again.
When we got the pictures developed, they were so nice I took them to
show the girls at work. They thought they were pictures of our honeymoon
and we had been married while I was on my vacation.
Through all our walks and days together, we knew where the best
'Boston Cream Pie,' a favorite of yours, could be had. The best
'Waffle A'la Mode', another great favorite of ours, and the best
cup of coffee.
We frequented these places often, just the two of us mostly but,
occassionly with other couples."The Shasta Cafe," was one place we
frequented many times, our favorite dance hall was over top of the cafe.
The day we climbed the stairs to the top, of McDougall hill. I told you
of my free wheeling trip down that hill, luckily I was alive to tell
about it.
Then there was the time we were exploring the old creekbed, and
came across the Silver Willow patch. The aroma of the blossoms was so beautiful, we thought we should gather some seeds in the fall.
Remembering now, we couldn't go back for them. They were bulldozed
out to widen the creek, I guess that was why.
The picnics we had. The time you, lost your key, you knew just
exactly where it would be. We called it, "The Evidence." Proof that we
had been in the area.Such great fun.
You had found the ring you were looking for. You never did give up.
It was Sunday, we had dinner with my family. Later as we were sitting
on the chesterfield talking, you asked me. "Do you still want to
marry me?" When I said. "Oh, yes." You pulled the ring box out
of your pocket and put this beautiful ring on my finger. It was the
most beautiful ring I had ever seen. It belonged right there on my
finger. You took me into your arms and sealed our engagement with a
kiss that made me melt.
++ I was 21 now, but you felt it would be nice to ask my dad for
his permission to marry me, which would make our engagement official,
you wanted to do it this way. Mother had shown no signs of starting
wedding preparations since I had told her in February, we were
planning to get married in June.
When we told Dad things got rolling right away, four months would've
been time enough for what we wanted, but one month made it pretty
hectic, and it became a 'hurry up' wedding. I guess mother didn't
believe me when I had told her we had set our date. I'll bet she never
did tell dad.
She probably was still hoping for that other guy. But you know......
he lied to me. He said he didn't smoke, but his fingers were yellow
from nicotine. And for all I knew he might have been a drinker too.
I never told anyone, because I was the only one it mattered to.
You were always open and honest with me.
We had our blood tests done and Dr. Shandro told me, at this time,
not to wait too long before getting pregnant, or I might never have a
baby. He knew how much I hoped for a family of six.
Next we saw Rev. Trendle and told him of our hopes. I wanted six,
you wanted two, I wanted to start a family right away, simply because
of my talk with Dr. Shandro. I didn't tell any one about this.
Otherwise I would wait a couple of years, as you wanted to.
I would have liked to have you to myself
for a few years. I was happy with you, the way you were. He figured
we should start a family right away. That way we could grow up with
them, was his reasoning.
Then Rev. Trendle, asked us. "Why do you want to get married in
"All Saints Cathredal?" It was a nice church and my Aunt Mable had
been married there.
Neither of us had attended church there. I had never gone to church,
other than with friends from time to time. He had a six-thirty, and a
seven-thirty wedding, so he put us in at seven.
Remember how upset you were, because he used the example of $500 a
month and that you should give me $250 a month to run the house? He really should've just stated, half of your paycheck should go into the running of
the house. I didn't take it, the way you did. You always had that very successful look about you. You were only making $25 a week, as most jobs
weren't paying very much.
How could you give me that much. Besides I didn't expect you to give
me any money. We were to work together, I thought, because you were
the one who would be responsible for 'bringing home the bacon', as the expression went.
We both felt I shouldn't work out. It was said two could live as
cheaply as one, so, I should stay home and look after the children
properly, and not leave them to someone else to raise.
There were some who had no choice, but to go to work. Many did it
just so they could have all the luxuries.
I didn't want the 'Moon,' or any of the luxuries, only you and
the necessities. You said. "If I can't support a wife I have no
business marrying you".
END PART FIVE
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