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If I were doing it (getting married) again, this is what I'd do:  Have pictures (this 
could happen before or after the sealing, but I'm a sucker for pictures--you 
just ought to have them for an occasion like getting married); order 
announcements (because it's nice to let people know that you are getting or have 
gotten married); invite CLOSE family and friends ONLY to the temple, preferably 
the week after you got engaged; buy an extra nice church outfit and a new suit 
for the groom; be sealed; have lunch (or dinner, if applicable) somewhere simple 
with everyone who came to the temple and snap lots of photos there.  The 
end. | 
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You'd need to get a marriage license somewhere in that 
week. | 
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One week of stress that isn't THAT stressful.  A lovely time in the 
temple (which, in the end, is all I cared about anyway).  Spending time with the 
people you love.  Best. Day. 
Ever. | 
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Less expensive. | 
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Memories. | 
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You 
would get married a week after you got 
engaged? | 
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Loveliness. | 
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Yes, I would.   | 
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If you know you want to be together forever, why put it 
off? | 
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Yes.  
I agree. | 
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No kidding, this is how I wish I would have done 
it. | 
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Being engaged is 
HARD. | 
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Physically you know you're going to be together--it's just a matter of 
time. | 
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My mom and I have fought only twice in my life.  Once was a couple of 
years ago when she got breast cancer.  The other time lasted three months, and 
it was during my engagement. | 
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Not worth it. | 
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Not worth the cookies and the cake (especially the cake!) and the mints 
and the ice cream and the soda and the decorating and the visitors and the 
flowers and the dresses  and the shoes and the tuxes and the jewelry.  Not worth 
the hair and the driving and the planning and the crying.  Not worth the color 
choices and the tablecloths and the music.  Not worth the photographer (which is 
an ugly story).  Seriously, it wasn't worth any of 
it. | 
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And the best part of the whole day was kneeling across the altar from 
one another and hearing the words "for time and for all 
eternity." | 
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I could have avoided conflicts with my future in-laws, the wrath of my 
grandmother, my mother's stress and tears, the stupid embarrassing 
parties. | 
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I have strong feelings about this.  
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It's just not worth 
it. | 
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Go to the temple.  Start a life together.  Shop for the dishes you want 
once you've saved up for them--they'll be more meaningful to 
you! | 
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The special gifts usually come from close family, and they will give 
them to you anyway. | 
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Go to the dollar store and get your kitchen stuff--it's all going to 
wear out anyway! | 
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The whole wedding thing is completely stupid and so overrated, 
especially for those of us who choose to begin our relationship by making 
covenants with God in His holy house.  What more do you 
need? | 
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It's 
true. | 
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I 
still think I will have a reception but it will most likely be low key.  I've 
had enough roommates that have offered to do everything.  One offered to do my 
flowers, one my pictures, one my 
hair. | 
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I 
like how my friend Becky did 
it. | 
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They 
had not quite 2 months of being engaged.  All the individual pictures were 
finished before they got 
sealed. | 
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Love 
that. | 
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I 
like that they had the reception at a reception center so she really didn't have 
to do any of the decorating. | 
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The 
place was nice enough without having to 
decorate. | 
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No 
decorating!!! | 
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Just 
show up.  Had the catering and the AC worked it would have been 
perfect. | 
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Not worth the risk. | 
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Not worth the money. | 
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Not worth the time. | 
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Not worth the effort (for you or anyone 
else). | 
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Just my opinion. | 
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My mom jokes about their wedding 
now. | 
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She was 18, he was 
19. | 
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A VERY full day and lots of exhausting hours later, they were together 
in a hotel room, and she was wondering what in the world she had 
done. | 
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Oh 
my! | 
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Within a month she was pregnant, and Viet Nam was underway, and Dad 
enlisted so as not to be 
drafted. | 
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I was born 10 months (almost to the day) after the 
wedding. | 
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Dad was in basic training the day I was 
born. | 
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He came back from basic with his orders:  Minot, North 
Dakota. | 
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He left.  The Air Force got Mom and baby (me) a flight.  Grandpa and 
Grandma took us to the airport, and Mom just wanted them to beg her not to 
go. | 
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She loaded herself and the baby and a diaper bag onto the plane.  I 
screamed through the flight.  She was too modest to nurse me in public.  Her 
dress was SOAKED with milk by the time we landed (she says the dress was 
literally dripping on her 
legs). | 
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She says, "All I wanted was a pretty dress and a 
party!" | 
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Ha! | 
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They were in love, and at 19 and 20 years of age and hundreds of miles 
from ANYONE, they just had to figure out how to make it work 
together. | 
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It's hilarious to hear her tell the 
story. | 
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The spent the night in a hotel, and they were supposed to get their 
apartment the next day.  Only they got there and the couple who was in the 
apartment was still asleep and hadn't even packed anything.  Mom was terrified 
and wondered what in the world she'd 
done. | 
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Oh 
my goodness! | 
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But Daddy pushed his way into the apartment and said, "You have to get 
out!"  He started just picking stuff up and throwing it into boxes and taking 
the boxes out to the front yard.  This couple was flustered and angry, but Dad 
was like, "This is our home!  We have nowhere else to go.  You have to get 
out." | 
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good 
for him! | 
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They stayed and helped the other couple get all their stuff out (Mom 
says Dad did most of it because they were still trying to figure out how to get 
all their stuff to their new 
place.) | 
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Then he stayed up late and cleaned the entire apartment, made beds for 
them, and collapsed. | 
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The next day he had to work on base, but that's when Mom knew that it 
was going to be OK.  He was going to take care of her, and she was going to take 
care of him, and they were going to make 
it. | 
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He got up early and went to work.  She got up early and unpacked their 
few belongings so that when he got home, he was 
"home." | 
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And they were very happy 
there. | 
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Isn't that a cute 
story? | 
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Yes! | 
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I 
love it. | 
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I die inside a little bit when I think about how young they were and how 
little they had. | 
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My grandparents would put a $10 or $20 in the mail, and that was almost 
half of his pay! | 
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Wow! | 
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For Christmas the first year, my mom started saving lids from the shave 
cream and hairspray and anything else.  She saved toilet paper 
rolls. | 
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She went to the commissary and bought hairpins and sequins and some 
felt. | 
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And she made all these darling little ornaments out of everything--drums 
and stars and things.  YOu should see the ones with the hairpins--they are so 
cute! | 
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Little mittens and boots out of felt and cotton 
balls. | 
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Daddy siad there's never been a cuter tree in the whole 
world. | 
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They still have MANY of those ornaments.  Mom used scrap rick rack and 
lace to decorate some things.  So dang cute!  My childhood was so poor 
financially, but we were so rich because my parents loved each other and they 
loved us. | 
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My mom sewed a lot of my clothes back in the day when it was cheap to 
sew. | 
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I was always thrilled with them.  She was really 
good. | 
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Store bought bread was an absolute treat; now I LONG for my mom's 
bread.  She made it every Monday, and she'd do 32 loaves a 
day. | 
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wow.  
That is impressive. | 
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When Dad worked at Hercules in Clearfield, he only got paid once a 
month. | 
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She'd go get groceries, and we ALWAYS had tacos that first night, 
because that was Dad's favorite.  We ate a lot of cheesy noodles and 
casseroles.  And bread.  We had bread with everything.  It was our 
snack. | 
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The boys got a job milking with one of the farmers in town.  They 
probably earned a dollar an hour or less.  But we could have all the milk we 
wanted.  That was the time when we always had milk.  We NEVER drank milk 
straight.  We always drank water.  Milk was for cereal and 
cooking. | 
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We didn't know we were 
poor. | 
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We'd have fun birthdays and Christmases.  We always got new school 
clothes.  It took my parents YEARS to pay off credit cards.  
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But we were so happy. | 
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WE'd sleep on the deck or in the living room 
together. | 
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We'd pop popcorn and play 
games. | 
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Mom would pack PBJ's and carrot sticks and we'd have a picnic in the 
park then play till it was 
bedtime. | 
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My dad could throw a tennis ball or a baseball straight up in the air, 
and it was so high you couldn't even see it any more.  All the kids would gather 
in the street and see who could catch it when it came down.  Usually we were 
chasing it down the street.  
  The neighbor kids would come over 
to see if our dad could come out and 
play. | 
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We never took vacations TO anywhere, but every summer we went camping at 
the family reunion (my grandparents probably provided all the 
food). | 
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We spent TONS of time with my grandparents, especially on my mom's 
side.  We lived with them several 
times. | 
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When they lived in Salt Lake, they had this big, unfinished basement.  
There was a sink and a stove, so that became the kitchen.  At first our walls 
were sheets and blankets, but it wasn't long before Grandpa put up walls so we 
had bedrooms.   | 
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He made a really pretty bathroom down there.  It had light blue carpet 
and white paneling.  
  It really was a pretty 
room.   | 
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There was no shower, just a 
tub. | 
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Less than a week after he finished that room, my brothers and I were in 
the tub with these toys, and no kidding, there was water dripping everywhere.  
The carpet was soaked, the paneling was warped, the ceiling was dripping.  My 
mom was sick, and she cried and cried.  WE didn't know what we'd done wrong!  
She got Grandpa and showed him the bathroom tearfully.  Then she made us 
apologize to Grandpa.  Knowing my grandpa, he was probably really mad. But he 
just gruffly accepted our apology, and by the next day he was working in that 
bathroom again.   | 
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He and I talked about that last year before he died.  He said, "Well, 
I'll get you a bathroom ready and waiting when I get to the other side."  That 
touched my heart. | 
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Aww! | 
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When we moved to California, they bought a little trailer that just 
stayed at the side of our house.  They'd come and spend a month or two at a 
time, but they had their own home to stay 
in. | 
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Grandma was in our house all the time with my 
mom. | 
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Grandpa would stay out in their house and watch movies.  Then we'd all 
have dinner together. | 
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Mom and Grandma did lots of crafting 
together. | 
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Grandma loved to go shopping, so off they'd go.  They invited me, but 
ugh, I hated it. | 
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But my grandma was FEARLESS at the theme parks.  I LOVED hanging out 
with Mom and Grandma at Lagoon or Six Flags or Disneyland, because they'd do it 
all, over and over again!   | 
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My talented grandma did all my wedding flowers.  (Not worth it, but they 
were GORGEOUS.) | 
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My grandpa was a master mechanic.  We'd never have survived without 
him.  I think my parents fell in love with Spencer when he got my car running.  
  Now we didn't have to wait for 
Grandpa to come from Utah!  
Ha! | 
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haha! | 
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It 
sounds glorious! | 
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It was SUCH a happy 
childhood. | 
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We were not allowed to own a car till after missions.  I was all ready 
to go to school, but we were trying to figure out how I was going to do that.  
Grandpa told my parents he wanted to give me a car for graduation. They said 
no.  So instead he gave THEM a car so I would have one to 
use. | 
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They financed that car when I got married so they could pay for the 
wedding.  But it was our car.  I took it with 
me. | 
 
 
