Okay, it was the Eighties. What a weird time, what weird styles, what funny hair. At the time, it seemed perfectly normal that we both had perms. It also seemed somehow right that I should wear a red dress to my own wedding. Who knew what we were thinking?
|Bill and Clair get married, never realizing until decades later that |
they looked like they were wearing matching clown wigs
The wedding program was typed up by the church secretary on an old-fashioned typewriter, which was all any of us had at the time. Here is the pronouncement made by Pastor Wert at the end of the ceremony (I've cleaned up the typos!):
May the vows you have mutually exchanged this day be for both of you, again and again, a source of happiness and life-giving strength. I now proclaim that Bill and Clair are husband and wife, in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Let all people here and everywhere recognize and respect this holy union, now and forevermore!
We have enjoyed happiness and have been strong for each other, and people have, indeed, respected our holy union these past 29 years. But no one could respect those 80s hairstyles!