On September 17, 1983, we were married right here in the Friend’s Church. There hadn’t been a wedding in many years, but TV had arrived. Soap operas had arrived. The high school girls wanted us to do a wedding like they’d seen on TV–one with flower girls and a ring-bearer and a fancy cake. So we did. Folks thought it was great except for the date. It was right during the most busy time of year–migrating fish and caribou. Nevertheless, folks boated down for the event. We had the high school kids video tape the ceremony, but failed to tell them that what we were hoping to record was us and the ceremony, not just zooming in on their classmates. Our cameraman actually skipped the vows, turning off the camera; however, there is ample footage of his girlfriend at the time.
To celebrate we went out to eat. Literally.
Back then we got married on a Saturday and taught school on Monday. Some things haven’t changed….