My two best friends had just celebrated their wedding vows with big weddings in November and December. I'd watched them fight with their mom, call it off, call it back on, struggle with the financial side, worry themselves sick over details...so I decided we would keep it small. Small as in our parents and us, at my folk's home. As the weeks passed I could see even this was too many people if one of the people was a mean drunk.
So we decided on the following Friday which I had off, to meet when Rob got off work, grab two friends, and go to the Justice of Peace in Montesano. Which we did, and I've never regretted it for a moment. Kathy happened to have her grandmothers camera in her car so we did get three fuzzy photos which are very special to me. The picture here shows us forgetting to pay the Justice of Peace about 4:30 in the afternoon.
We then took a drive out to Westport and for our wedding dinner we had burgers from a burger stand, after which we drove to my parents house to tell them the news. Who loved and respected Rob already. Except Rob had a hard upbringing so when my dad came tearing out of the house Rob jumped back in his car and locked the doors.
My folks donated all the money they'd saved for the wedding ($35.00) to the cause and we spent our first night in the Aberdeen Holiday Inn which was the noisiest hotel I've ever been in, before or since. I got up the next morning at 6 AM and went to work. Thus endeth the story of our wedding, February 27, 1970. I love you Rob, you still look 25 to me.
Good burgers, which are much harder to find today than they were in 1970