Morgan's Wedding 14 April 2009
04/19/2009 09:33 p.m.
Here's a little account of the wedding day that I wrote up:

Yesterday was Morgan and RoseAnne's wedding: I got up regular time but went to school instead of walking. I met the substitute and made sure he knew what to do, then came back home. We had everything set up down to the Church and much of the food prepared already (I did a nice raspberry cobbler--large, double size--and a big Dutch oven of cheesy potatoes with peppers, onions, and ham.)--it was nice to have yesterday, Monday, free to do all of the cooking and the decorating at the Church. We left for the Temple at 10:30, so we were there early (as they like you to be). We got oriented by Morgan's escort, and then had about 15 minutes just to sit and quietly enjoy just being in the Temple. As "the witnesses," I and Rose Anne's older brother (her father passed away some years ago--a liver condition) went up to the sealing office to sign the papers (before the ceremony), and then met the mothers and went to the sealing room. When all guests were assembled, they brought in the bride and groom and performed the sealing ceremony--we were done in less than half-an-hour--rings and everything. Her ring (only one) has sapphires of various colors and is of an original design (they had it specially done). It was a windy rainy day, but after the ceremony, while we were waiting for them to come out, the weather was ok. When they got out, it started pouring cold (almost snow) rain again and blowing (as it often does on Temple Hill in Logan), so we didn't take many pictures. When we'd had enough of pictures, we hurried to the Church in Beaver Dam to get things opened up and ready for the "wedding breakfast." Honestly, Morgan and RoseAnne planned everything; we simply carried out their plans: we ate ham, "funeral potatoes" (cheesy with cornflakes on top, jello salad and green salad, and cakes and ice cream for dessert (as I said, I added a bit of my own choice of food to the mix--no one complained). We had about 50 people there, I would guess, so we had (still have) leftover food. Next we cleaned everything up (had plenty of help with RoseAnne's family and our family), and were ready for the reception by about 5:30 p. m.--it started at 6:00 p. m. We had people all night at the reception, not even any good long breaks in the line, and had many people stay the entire two hours chatting, eating, and listening to the music. Morgan had Bart Chadaz (a local friend [has never married] who plays the accordion and sings--I taught him one of my first years at B.R. His mother is from Slovenia [attended school in Italy] and speaks poor English and has never "mixed in" well here in America. Of course they are very traditional Catholics). She came too--a real surprise--and accompanied him very lightly with just a touch of tambourine. It was very "classy"--almost "old country" and unique. Again, we planned more food than needed, but the reception treats were very chocolate: double chocolate brownies (served like cake), little chocolate tarts with berry fillings, brownies, other little brownie-like fruit topped dainties--all home made and beautiful as well as delicious (made by two of Morgans [very fat!] friends from down at the Old Barn Theater). The decorations at the reception included Lawrence's "back drop" of brown intricate wood with lace behind, and a white metal gazebo for the gifts. There were also a couple of sections of white picket fence and a divider the we built for school dances comprised of five fancy posts each topped with a pink tulip (fake--it's been so cold ours aren't out yet) and (fake) grape vine looped between each post. The fence, gazebo and backdrop too were entwined with vines and ivy. The wedding cake was brown with white spots (The cake decorator had let it slip out of the box and it was "a bit damaged". (One of the little Hancock girls was there in a brown pocadot dress, and I accused her of "wearing cake camouflage") In true fashion of the occasion, we all chuckled about i=the damaged cake and worried more about the poor decorator feeling bad about it than about the actual damaged cake--everything else was so pretty and appropriate, a damaged cake just didn't matter. By the way, Morgan and Rose Anne did the invitations and most of the guests were either his or her friends (many from the plays at the Old Barn) or ward members or our family (we have another reception down at Eureka on the night of the 25th.) Afterward many of their friends and our family "pitched in" and we were cleaned up and had the Church locked up by just after 10:00 p.m. Really it was a pleasant, unique occasion--very much "them." Not showy at all, but reflected them and their lives. My Dad thought it was wonderful. Mom too seemed to enjoy it all without being overly critical (though she did say a couple of times, "They did this just as economical as they could, didn't they." I proudly answered, "yes!" Thinking about the last over-decorated and gaudy wedding I attended down there. And too, someone (we don't know who) "Oreoed" their car and wrapped it in toilet paper (It poured cold rain most of the day and all of the time during the reception, so the car really was a gloppy mess--I think Morgan secretly enjoyed it.) After the cutting of the cake (done civilly not "smash the cake in your face") and the tossing of the bouquet and the blue garter, they left for their honeymoon at Disneyland. We got a text from them when they got to Las Vegas and another when they got to Disneyland, and we got another telling us a phone number we needed. They should be back sometime tomorrow (Monday the 20th of April). We've moved their bed (an old one that Jan and I used that belonged to Grandma and Grandpa Hawkes before that), kitchen table (and old one of Charlene's), a couple of chairs (the "gold ones" that were in Grandma Hawkes living room and were supposed to be disposed of), and many of their gifts over to their little apartment on 1st East and Second North in Logan (through the block from Burger King) only about 12 miles east from Beaver Dam.
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