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(Andrews, Texas--November 1955) In an informal
ceremony in the evening of November 22, Miss Olna Lee Winfrey
became the bride of Robert Arthur Montgomery at the Means Memorial
Methodist Church in Andrews, Texas. (Actually, we married
in the parsonage of the church. We had planned to marry on Wednesday
morning the 23rd but found out that most of my freshman students
were planing to skip school and crash the wedding;. Since we
already had the license, we just got our friends together and
went to the preachers house Tuesday night)
For her wedding, the bride wore a tailored suit of aqua imported
British tweed with a tailored blouse of white imported silk
shantung. (This was actually an outfit which Olna had had
for several years which had been bought for her by her mother)
Mrs. Cecil Gerber, matron of honor, wore a tailored suit of
light blue shantung with black velvet accessories. (Once
again, this was Mrs. Gerbers usual Sunday dress/ Other attendants
were Mrs. Charles Compton (who was pregnant with Chip at the
time) and Mrs. Patrick McNair (the church organist)
Best man was Cecil Gerber and groomsmen were Charles Compton
and Patrick McNair/.(Actually, Chuck took pictures of the
ceremony. as he was the only person at the wedding who had a
slide camera and knew how to use it.)
After the ceremony, Mr. and Mrs. Gerber entertained with a wedding
dinner in their home for the wedding party. (Actually, we
had Mrs. Gerbers famous chicken spaghetti-- the same recipe
that had raised money for the Methodist church robes through
after home football game sales!!)
(Then follows data about our education and employment; nothing
spectacular.)
Following a wedding trip to Colorado Springs, Colorado (we
actually went to Midland and Fort Worth), the couple will
be at home in Andrews where both are employed by the Andrews
ISD. The bride teaches elementary school public school music
and the groom is director of student activities and teaches
history in the junior high school. (Addendum: we really never
planned to go to Colorado Springs but it made a good story.
We had to sell my '53 Chevy to have enough money for our trip
to Midland and Fort Worth, plus pay the rent on our honeymoon
cottage -- 24 x 24 shanty with floors that the sand came up
through during sandstorms. We moved into our first home in March
1956 on my GI Loan.We used Olna's 54 Bel Air Chevy as our family
car until we could afford another one.)
(P.S. The bride cried throughout the wedding. Maybe she was
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Our Seattle hotel room had in it a weird looking appliance,
that's purpose was unknown. We read the instructions and found
out that it was a "Dream Machine" which was designed
to help insominacs go to sleep. This machine really isn't
needed by either myself or Olna, but we thought we'd give
it a try.
The directions said to insert the CD into the machine, play
it, and it promised to put out soothing noises that would
help us to sleep. The soothing noises on our CD happened to
be rushing water going over a waterfall, I think... I can
assure you that the running waterfall water did NOT help me
go to sleep...however, I do think that it led to multiple
late night/early morning trips to the restrooom...
While on the subjcet of the restroom, Melayne snuck in from
her Austin flight at 11PM (well past my bedtime). She came
into the room under the cover of darkness, and had no idea
of the room's size. She said this morning that she was sure
that the room was enormous -- she heard me shuffling to the
"facilites" on one of my waterfall trips, while
she was trying to get to sleep. I guess I took about 60 shuffle
steps to cross the room, and she gathered the room was miles
and miles across!
This morning, Melayne awoke at 5AM to the smell of Old Spice
(or something else expensive...British Sterling, Old English
Brit, or Old Smelly Sterling...) She was afraid that a Mary
Kay salesman had accidentally slipped into the room, but it
was only me preparing for our day in Seattle... Olna asked
if I took a bath, I said "No, just used a little smellum".
Once we began our trip through Seattle, we went to the Space
Needle (after a brisk 4 block walk that turned out to be more
like 6 or 8 blocks!). We took the monorail to the Needle,
after a short walk, we ascended the elevater to the top. It
was so clear this Morning that Melayne, Steve and I could
see all the way to Canada (Mt. Baker) They went outside on
the Needle's deck, but I decided to stay inside. A sweet lady
offered me a chair because she thought I looked bushed, she
was right! Olna and Matt refused to participate, opting to
shop instead.
Then we went to Pikes Place Market and saw the most beautiful
flowers (mainly daffodils and tulips). There were no sweet
ladies there to offer me a chair, so I sat on a steel rimmed
trash can, until an old lady hit me with her crutch and told
me it was "her spot". The aroma of the flowers was
dented by the smell of the fresh (?) fish. Olna and I came
back to the hotel with an 80 year old cab driver, that didn't
know how to use the brakes...he had a little trouble going
up and down the hilll (so did we, which is why we used the
cab). The cab was about a 1957 Ford Crown Victoria and had
lots of room in it. Here's a picture of me after Pikes Place
Market... preparing for dinner  (Mind
you, I'm catching up from yesterday..thought I had turned
my ankle... later thought it might be my knee... now think
it's my groin...anxious to see where it hurts tomorrow after
today's activities):
Melayne decieded to reinact the movie "Sleepless in
Seattle" by attempting to lose a contact in Stabucks...and
star in "Eyeless in Seattle", instead. I bet she
felt like Alejo felt when he lost a lens to his eyeglasses
between Artesia and Hobbs. Good thing the Starbucks cashier
was able to interrupt a story about her boyfired to say "Ma'am,
I think your contact is on your cheek", before going
on with her longwinded story. Good thing she saw it, though,
Melayne says or she would be in glasses for the rest of the
week.
I recovered from my respite and had a big dinner at the Cheesecake
Factory -- now I'm ready for bed... Tomorrow we become Canadian
toursists...but, for now, I must take out my teeth!
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