Today is my Grandparent's wedding anniversary. I wanted to honor them with a little story and a scrapbook page.
It all began in 1912, when Marion was the school wagon (bus) driver for Edith’s route. Marion and a couple of other boys came back to sit with Edith and Marion kissed her. Years later, Edith couldn’t remember the reason “why”, maybe on a dare? Marion was seventeen, Edith was twelve. In those days it was considered the wrong thing for a girl to do; Edith had to walk to school for a week. It wasn’t until Edith was thirteen, when they became more aware of each other and started spending time together, especially at Mr. Hartman’s pond. The pond would freeze over so ice skating was a great activity for the kids. At fifteen, Marion decided that Edith was worth waiting for; waiting for her to grow up since there was a five-year age difference. Finally, in February 1917, Edith graduated from High School and in April 1917 Marion asked Edith to marry him. Then World War I happened…. Marion enlisted in April 1917. For two long years they communicated through letters until he returned home in March 1919 after the war ended.
They set the date for August 10, 1919. They were married in Edith’s church; she wore
a pastel pink chiffon dress with a square neck and collar embroidered in a
darker pink. It came just below her knees
and had a full overskirt about a foot shorter than the snug underskirt. They wanted a simple wedding ceremony
patterned after her parent’s who had also been married in this same church by
Dr. Boone twenty-five years earlier. It
was a glorious day!
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