Glen and Anne's Wedding, August 26th, 1978

Grandmother Norford checks the veil.

The bridesmaids, Wendy and Beth, are all set. Their gowns are handmade, too, by their respective mothers.

Mother and Dad are happy for us.

Daddy appears to be proud of Anne.

Foundry UMC provides a wonderful atmosphere.

The vows. Wendy was Maid of Honor, and Keith Sweitzer was Best Man.

The wedding party (left to right): Bob Trautvetter (sang the Lord's Prayer as a solo), Jerry, Beth, Wendy, Anne, Glen, Keith, Roger, Shelton, and Rev. Don Stewart.

Glen and Anne, just married.

Anne's family.

Glen's family.

Grandmother Norford and Grandma Fowles tolerate picture taking.

Granddaddy Dyson was also present. We had excellent representation from that generation.

A light reception was provided for all our guests in Fellowship Hall at the church.

A five-tier cake was deemed appropriate for our ~300 guests.

The traditional face-stuffing.

All that was left of that huge cake.

Debbie and Keith Sweitzer.

Ernie and Nancy Wolfe graciously agreed to take pictures for us instead of having a professional photographer. Here Ernie is directing a set up.

And Nancy was responsible for making sure Ernie captured all our guests on film and thinking to take fun pictures like that of the almost-empty cake platter. We ended up with 180 pictures and I am very thankful for the Wolfes' thoughtfulness.

Jerry stood guard over the get-away car looking like a secret service agent.

Aren't we special!

This is what they were taking pictures of!

Aunt Ruth McGreevy made this sign to decorate the car.

Then we went back to the house for a buffet dinner for those relatives and guests who had come from out-of-town.

We had set up tables in the yard and the weather cooperated. In the foreground you can see Uncle Earl and Aunt Edie.

This whole wedding cost around $1000. Since we were still in college, there just wasn't a lot of extra money floating around, but we were quite pleased with the results. I wish I had a picture, though, of Dad picking up scattered sheets of newspaper in the street that morning. He didn't like the trashy look, so he simply started gathering them up.

Glen's parents loaned us their car for several days to go on a short honeymoon on Skyline Drive. We didn't own our own car until we moved to California two years later.