Thirty Years Ago…

Larry and I were married August 16, 1980. That’s thirty years ago for those of you who are slow doing math. (I highly recommend getting married in a year ending with a zero. It makes figuring out how long you’ve been married much easier). I was 27 and Larry was 25. Yes, I married a younger man. (But in my defense, I thought he was older than me when we first met).

Here are a few photos from that day. Please, no mocking of the clothing or hairstyles. Well, if you must mock, be gentle…heck, if it’s a funny comment, go ahead and mock away.

Here we are, the newly married Laurence (Larry) and Shauna Byers. 

 

We were married in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, San Lorenzo, California by my bishop. My father and oldest brother helped build this chapel in the 60’s and it’s the one I grew up with. I wanted only family to attend the ceremony. We then had a luncheon in the “Scout Room.” After that we had a big reception for friends and family.

 

Kiss the bride!

 

My sister, Judy, and Larry’s brother, Barry were our attendants.

 

Our parents, Max and Evelyn Smith, and Marguerite and William (Bill) Byers

 

The Smith side of the family, from left to right: Andy and Judy(sister); Greg (brother), Jan and baby Jordan Smith; my parents, Max and Evelyn; little Kevin Smith (Greg and Jan’s son); me, Robert Huggins; Larry; Kay (sister), Bill and Cherie Huggins.

 

The Byers side of the family, from left to right: Stephen Eaton; father Bill Byers; Mary Lynne (sister); mother Marguerite; Jennifer Eaton; Sandra Eaton (sister); me; Larry; Sean Eaton; Barry (brother); Suzanne (sister); and Michael Eaton (married to Sandra).

 

I chose spice cake with apple filling. It was tasty! I saved the plastic doves from the top of the cake. Each Christmas I use them as part of our Christmas tree decorations. I nestle them into the top of the tree.

 

Kiss and hug, kiss and hug! Smack your sweetie on the mug!

A Rude Awakening

I haven’t blogged in over a month, despite requests from my fans.(Well, just my sisters-in law Jan and Suzanne. OK, that’s not a lot of fans, but it is plural). I just haven’t felt very bloggy lately. But today’s early morning incident tickled my blogging fancy.

We had a 6:20 AM wake-up call this morning from a crop duster. How rude! NNNEEEEOOOooowww!!! Try to pronounce that word like the sound of a dive bomber flying over your house, making passes every few minutes. My brother, Greg, should be good at it. He made great sound effects when he used to play with his little green Army men. I think most boys make realistic gunshot and explosion sounds.

We live near the edge of town and are used to crop dusters working over the nearby cotton fields, but shouldn’t it be illegal that early in the morning?

It wasn’t just the interrupted sleep that bothered me. It was a loss of unconsciousness, therefore a loss of pain free time for me (Migraine Land).  I thought about calling the police, but what could they do? Pull the guy over?