"You really mean to tell me Bill your not wearing any thing under that suit...no bvds, no shorts? You can't get married this morning if your not wearing something...anything?", said Mark standing in the motel room at the Governor John Carver Inn in Plymouth. Mark was a friend from Alaska and he along with his wife had hitched to Massachusetts for the wedding of their friends.
"Why not? Do you really think all those people coming to the wedding are going to look inside my pants? They'll be so busy looking at Bob in that Eskimo kuspuk, they won't even notice the guy standing next to her. I don't have any underwear. On the Alaska Highway at a campsite we forgot to pack my duffle bag. Some moose or bear is probably wearing my bvds now."
"Then I'll just take off my boxers and you can wear them".
"You think I'm going to wear plaid boxers?"
Mark looked at Bill's mother and pleaded with his eyes at which point, Mrs. Evans, Miss Louisiana of 1936 said in her sternest voice, "Bill, if your going to go through with this marriage, a marriage I don't think will last a year, you should at least be wearing underwear. What boy starts a marriage unprepared and you dear boy, are the most unprepared groom I've ever met. By the way, where's the ring? Who has it...Howard do you have the ring?"
"Ummm, there's a slight problem with this ring thing. You see, we never bought one. But it's all taken care of. You see Bobbie's sister's husband said we could use their rings...no one will know the difference."
"Bill, I can't understand you...never could...what will these Northern Yankees think of us? Nothing under the pants...no ring...we should call off this wedding right now. I can't believe Doc and I had to cut short our Asian vacation because on a lark you decide to get married. To save face, we'll go through with this...
but you can't start a marriage with a strong foundation with something borrowed, be it boxer shorts or a ring. I have no hope for this marraige. But the Wyly's are here from Texas and I would be embarrassed to tell them the wedding was off. So we'll put on a good face and go through with it."
Bill and Bobbie Evans were married May 30, 1970 and will be celebrating their thirty-seventh anniversary next month.
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As for Mrs. Evans, Papa's Mother, she did come around after many years and shortly before she died handed out a few compliments to me...but in the beginning, she was one rather mean "wanna-be".
Wilma...it did survive...who needs underwear anyway!
Me thinks, this marriage might make it for another 30 years. blessings to you both. ~mo-zy aka your partner in crime!!
to many, many, more years.
"Mrs. Evans, Miss Louisiana of 1936!!!"
That is, if you believe in old wives tales or poems that are hundreds of years old.
Doc's sister Flora married Charles Wyly, parents of Sam and Charles Wyly of Dallas, Texas...both who are now multi-millionaires...and "Pioneers" for George W. Bush. It was Wyly money that went against McCain in 2000...and again Wyly money that funded Swift Boats against Kerry. Google them...interesting family. Can you imagine what they thought of this wedding...????
Good reason to get married...dental insurance...your going to have me pee my pants in a minute girl!
Laurun, got your message this afternoon when I came back from Patry Francis' book talk in Duxbury. Study hard...but don't work too hard and we can get together in June. Your right, you must be busy with school and work...lots of term papers and weddings in May!
It only has eleven members but you are most welcome to join it and to post your wedding related stories there. Just one more box to click when you publish ;- )
As for the wedding...it was a blast! So many of our friends had hitchhiked from all over the country, my Mom's house was hopping. Never went to bed on the wedding night...stayed up with everyone in one of Mom's cottages that she rents in the summer.
Will...I've tried to get Mark to join Gather...but so far, he has declined. He would be a riot to get his take on a number of our memories from the bush as well as the farm in Lake Elsinore!