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Show 202 "When do you plan to be married?" asked Mama, a mother's function. "January the fourth, your wedding anniversary. Sunday, at noon, just like you and Papa. We'd like Papa to perform the ceremony, and then we want to go to the Manti temple on Tuesday. " Shock fought a losing battle with flattery on Mama's face. The temple wasn't open on Sunday, of course. This plan seemed important to me at that time, but in later years I could see that it had practically no significance whatever. I had always said I wanted to be married in the temple. This cherished plan itself blocked it, because, when he reported it to his stake president and asked for a recommend, he said that they might have rushed one through for a temple marriage, but if we were going to be married by a civil service, it would be better if he waited to be promoted in the Priesthood at a normal rate. It was nineteen years before we got to the temple. "Who do you want invited?" Papa asked. "Everybody, " I said, so Papa got up in Sacrament meeting and announced our engagement, invited everybody to come to a wedding dance on Saturday, January 3, 1925. Mama and my sisters started sewing household items for me, although I had not thought that far. I was going back to school, and he was going back to work after the marriage. We felt very modern. Mama, Macel and Revo made cake by the acre, and ice cream in all the freezers in town. Macel still tells me what a crisis this precipitate |