We were married May 4, 1947. in Roswell NM. Marshall and I were trying to remember some of the day. First off my day started with a phone call from Ft. Smith, Arkansas from my brother. My father, Alice, and Don or was it Dick had wanted to be here for our wedding but their car broke down. Now your to be married at 4:00 that afternoon by the way it was a Sunday. This was just after WW2 and in those days no one was married in a great extravaganza. You found a preacher and met at the church at 4:00. My sister Madeline, Mr Robinson, Nora Lee and Doug were the only ones to come, We dropped by to see Marshall’s mother for a couple of minutes then headed to Carlsbad. We stayed at the Coronado Hotel. It was the hotel in it’s heyday. To us it really was elegant. It is gone now but I have a complimentary bar of soap to show for it. We stayed the night and went back to Roswell where my family had arrived. They were surprised we were already married! That night we were in Vaughn for the night we found a small grocery the next day and felt very unwelcome when a sigh said dont spit on the floor shucks you cant have any fun anywhere. There was something else that made us say we wouldn’t stay in that town anymore.
Somewhere along the way we stopped at a museum to see cows that had survived the atomic blast at White Sands I guess I’ve forgotten where it was. At this time I40 had not been built I dont guess. Our next night was at Gallup. Then on to Flagstaff. I wrote a letter to Roswell and put it in someones mail box on the highway hoping they didn’t mind. We apent one night there. Started out for the Grand Canyon the next morning. I was 21 then and knew nothing about driving. Marshall was bad about going to sleep at the wheel so he told me to keep the car straight and if I ran into any problems to wake him up. He was waked up right then I had to know how to start the engine then how to get on the road. Told me nothing about shifting gears. I did right well but going up a hill at 2 miles an hour was frustrating ‘ He woke up with a start and grabbed the wheel and told me to climb under him. Then I got a lesson in shifting gears and was admonished for nearly getting us killed. He said it was a wonder we didnt start going backwards. I took it all in stride, dont you know.
I forgot we stopped at an Indian village way out in the desert took some pictures there. We arrived at the canyon and hunted for a place to stay. Blue Angel Lodge was there but way out of our price range. It must have at least been$25.00 a night against our $4. We saw all of the Canyon we wanted and atarted home 3 days later. It was so comforting to get home, we lived with Marshall’s folks for a while and then moved into a big house on the corner of Main and Mcgaffey. eventually into a house in back of the store Linda was born at St Marys Hosp. We moved into the house on Delaware after it was built and Linda was 6 months old.
I think I’ve taxed my mind and your minds enough Adios
