Carl and Margaret wedding
Doggity
Toots
Market, Uzes
When we awoke in Bishop it was below freezing and the sky to the north was dark grey.
We ate a big breakfast and headed north to
Carson City where we were to be married the next day. At the turnoff to Mammoth it was snowing and there were no
tracks coming south from Carson City, 141 miles away. The snow seemed light, only a few inches so far, so we put
the chains on the Toyota and headed north. After a while we stopped in the middle of the road, still no
traffic in either direction, and threw some snowballs. Later in the afternoon near to Carson
City we took off the chains. We
were in a bit of a hurry as we needed to get a marriage license and it was
Friday. In town we looked and
finally saw a large stone building that looked like City Hall. There was a sign with two-foot letters
instructing “Marriage licenses, parking in the rear”. When we got to the rear we saw another sign “Open 8am to
midnight, every day”. Turned out
marriage was the second largest business in town. We stood at a counter with an old-fashioned typewriter
manned by an eighty-year old woman with a cigarette hanging out of the corner
of her mouth. She filled out the
license application. The only hang
up was the question, to me, “How many?”
I looked around the room and my soul but could not figure what she
wanted. She said “How many
marriages?” Our wedding in the
snow was routine and fun. The
service was in a small Presbyterian Church, where Mark Twain had been, and the
Priest married us with only his secretary as witness. One of the reasons we had picked Carson City was that
Laurel, not being big on being the center of attention, did not want anyone to
show. We honeymooned in Death
Valley.
An Angel, 2007
We were there.
Walking down Wall Street
Coincidence
Heavenly warm summer day
I swam at the Cove
Unique
Hi, followed with flirting
Circumstance
Fell in love in a blink
I a surfer intellectual escapist
She driven to adventure by Christian Science
mother
Long blond curly hair
Greek face of a goddess
Soft, cuddly, and fragrant like a tropical
flower
We went together into marriage in the snow
To Carson City in a blizzard
Mission Beach
Parenthood and to the 3 yrs at the
Ranch
National Park quality private environment
Hawaii
Built our hill, swam the tropical seas with
fishes
New Zealand
Beautiful house on the bluff overlooking
Auckland across the harbor
Dining at de Cicio.
Paralysed when she was operated on
“She’s an angel, you can’t take her back!”
Paris
Art, food
Café society
Best days of our lives
Girls thrived
Pebble Beach
Ages old appeal of this geography of hope
Dropped by and honked the horn of the
rented Chevy to take her to Hawaii
Death Valley
Camped in wash with flash flood
Hawaii
Tide is turned and the great surf camp too
close
We were more than a blink
I love the angel
And she will have my warmth forever
Robert
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