Larry got home from
jury duty hot and tired. It was much too warm to cook, so we finally decided to
repeat our wedding supper.
Just like this year,
we were married on the hottest day of 1965 in a church (Marengo Avenue Methodist
Church in Alhambra, California) with no air conditioning. The wedding was at eight
at night to try to avoid having to serve a meal, small children, and some of
the heat. We succeeded on the first two counts...
Four hundred
twenty-five people attended a truly memorable service during which my veil kept
drooping. But all that mattered was we were finally married.
The day had been
really hectic, and neither of us had eaten. We had a cake and punch reception.
(Try to get away with that today!) Since we were mere children—I was only one
week past my nineteenth birthday, and Larry was twenty-one—and we had to pay
for most of the wedding ourselves, this was easier. I worked for the baker, Mr.
Brown of Lucille Brown's Bakery, so he gave us the cake as his gift. (It was truly the most beautiful one he ever made.)
Mom had prepared cold
cuts and salads back at the house after the service, but we wanted to get on
the road to Crestline. (Larry’s folks were members of the old St. Moritz Club,
and they rented us a ‘chalet’ for our honeymoon.)
We were driving out
the freeway after ten at night when we both realized how hungry we were. We
pulled off at Peck Road in El Monte and ate hamburgers at Denny’s. (I was and
remain a cheap date!)
So last night, we
went to Denny’s again!