Apparently, my grandparents wedding was a small affair. Only family and close friends were invited to attend, which of course meant that most if not all of the town and several surrounding towns were in attendance.
Grandpa dated a cute little thing that he found that lived in the swampy bottom land of Lehi, Utah. She may have weighted 100lbs but that was on days when the pockets of her apron were full of potatoes and corn from the garden. Even wind gusts steered clear of her tiny frame, lest she be swept away to some unknown land over the mountains.
Grandpa had a certain swagger,and flash of mischief in his hazel eyes that was attractive to grandma. Of course, his thick head of bright ginger hair did signal a certain air of uniqueness that wasn’t common among the farmer boys in the area.
When he took her on a well-chaperoned date, it was hard to impress her with half of the young women and nosey adults in the family tagging along.
How do you impress a this wisp of a treasure without being overshadowed by the presence of her guardian ‘angels.?
Grandpa knew the secret. His plan was simple but perfect. His rich tenor voice quieted the hangers-on as they listened in astonishment to his vocal love linguistics.
What were they going to say? “Don’t sing to her?” His plan was indeed perfect because he won her heart.
With the winning came the obvious need for a proposal of marriage. How could he accomplish that without the interference of the ‘angels’? The solution was not only simplistic but ingenious.
In that day, families didn’t have telephones in their homes. They went uptown to the store that had the one and only telephone installation in the city limits.
Grandpa’s plan worked flawlessly. He sent his cousin over to see grandma and asked her to go with him uptown to the store that was home to the telephone. Once there, he simply moved her to the telephone on the appointed hour and directed her to answer it when it started ringing.
Grandpa was on the other end in a similar setting in American Fork. He knew that he’d quickly secure a ‘Yes’ to his question if he could sing to her in ‘private’. And so it was; a personal love song and marriage proposal sung to his sweetheart right under the eyes of her guardian angels and parents without them having the opportunity to interfere or make the proposal difficult.
I suppose they were aware that something was going on when she started to tear up and then shouted “Yes!” but it was too late to stop the giving of her heart. The deed was done. Grandpa had won his queen.
His next visit to her home was ‘a bit interesting, but he didn’t mind. He’d won his prize. The bantering and frowns were just fluff in the grand scheme of things.
A honeymoon in a sheep camp wagon isn’t the most romantic of venues, but it sufficed to slowly carry the young couple to their home after the wedding. Grandpa told me that the horse team didn’t need much direction under his hand. “They could find their way home in a blinding snow storm, so I of course took advantage of the opportunity to tie the reigns to the brake and slip away with your grandma under the cover of the wagon canvas.”
Plans within plans. A ‘motor home’ of sorts with its genesis as a farm wagon started his dynasty that was represented by wealth in the sheer volume of his descendants.
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