I've been waiting to pick from a large variety of photos, but so far I haven't seen anything but what I lifted here from Facebook. They married at three in the afternoon in the S.L. temple, which I liked so much better than those early morning ceremonies including my own.
I didn't hear much of the ceremony, because the man marrying them looked so much like Jonathan Winters, especially when he smiled, which he did a lot, that I had to concentrate on not falling into inappropriate laughter.
The reception at Memorial Grove was all rock and roll. I wore two inch heels for the first time in seventeen years, danced a little, wandered around a lot, met old students, and sweated like a truck driver changing a tire in the Arizona desert, finally turning a plastic plate into a fan. The evening ended with a Dutch polonaise, a grand march led by my brother-in-law, Neal Van Keiserswaard, where we ended up circling the bridal couple and tying them together with ribbons. Spencer's 85-year old grandmother would not be deterred from taking part and made it through without toppling, much to everyone's relief.
I thought I would never see them again, but a week later they were here with their laundry. Thank heaven, for laundry.
|Mr and Mrs. Spencer Allen, their families and those blue shoed bridesmaids !|
|Anne and her brother, Harrison|
|Anne with Murgatroyd|