The editor must have been on vacation because 1) my dad did not actually take my mother’s last name and, 2) the word bride’ in the last sentence is missing an s after the apostrophe.
Patrick-Green Nuptials Read
The marriage of Miss Patricia Ann Green, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Green of 501 Raymond St., and Elvin M. Patrick, son of Mr. And Mrs. Frank Patrick of Hampshire, was solemnized Saturday afternoon, Sept. 4, at 4 o’clock in the First Methodist church at Hampshire, the Rev. Albert Ihne officiating.
The couple’s only attendants were Miss Barbara Grissom of Elgin and Donald Donahey of Gary Ind. A prelude of organ music was played by Mrs. Ihne. The bride was given away by her father. Guests witnessing the ceremony were members of the immediate family.
After a honeymoon at the Dells of Wisconsin Mr. and Mrs. Green will reside with the bride’ parents until their apartment is ready.
Our wedding reception was a bit unusual. We opted for a picnic in my parent’s back yard instead of renting a space somewhere. The day was beautiful. The food, cooked by my parent’s friends, delicious. Definitely a reception to remember.
Dear Mom and Dad,
The wedding was perfect. You put so much time and effort (not to mention $$) into it. I/we hope you know that we thank you for everything. I had my doubts that it would work out — but I am now ashamed of myself. You are the best parents a girl ever had.
Thanks also for the croquet set. We had fun with it in Chetek. Someday we may take it to the green space between the Capitol building and the Washington Monument. Marie says I have to improve first!
All our friends loved you. I am so lucky to have you for my parents. Dean loves you too. It’s hard to smoothly say what ones heart aches to say — I tried.
Not mentioned in the previous post is that Clare was scheduled to arrive while we were at the rehearsal dinner. Mom and her friend Richard were scheduled to pick her up at 7:30 on Friday night. She called at 3 or so to tell us she’d missed her flight and would not fly in until around 5 am the following day. Dean, great dad that he is, volunteered to wake up before dawn to drive to the airport to pick up his daughter.
I was able to sleep until 7 or so when Clare, after eating a Dad-made breakfast, climbed into bed next to me. We chatted a while, but I knew she was sleepy so I left her to sleep while I started my day.
We (except for Dean) again lazed around the house until it was time to get ready for the wedding. No one was completely satisfied with what they’d brought to wear to the wedding (except for Dean — but I was not satisfied with what he brought) so some grumpiness ensued during the getting ready part of the day.
Finally we were ready(ish) and we asked Jill (ex-sister-in-law who lives with my mom) to take our photo.
When we arrived at the church in Burlington we were dismayed to realize we were about a half-hour late. I’d forgotten to bring the invitation and we were given the wrong time (but we forgive you D.). We watched the end of the ceremony in the back room with Sheri and Jude, Dean’s nephew’s wife and son.
We had time to spare between the wedding and reception so drove around the countryside for a while. It always reminds me of Sunday afternoons in my youth when we’d drive my Grandma Patrick around and she’d exclaim at the state of a chicken coop or the new paint job of a barn on farms on which she used to live.
The reception was held at Randall Oaks Country Club. We sat with Diane, Dean’s sister, Mert, Dean’s cousin and her husband Tom. Also at our table were the pastor and the organist of the church where the wedding took place. The pastor had been pastor at the church we’d spent many Christmas Eves, so we had things to talk about.
Oh — I forgot to mention that the wedding was held on Dean and my 28th wedding anniversary. We were honored with our own dance — to the Anniversary Waltz.
My favorite part of the reception was watching the flower girls and their cousins dancing as you will see in the photos below.
Clutch Cargo Lips 