![]() ![]() The guys split a six pack of beer between them and we had a six pack of Orange Crush for the six of us.Today there’s not a person in the world who does not associate “What A Wonderful World” with Louis Armstrong, whether it’s because they bought it as a single, have it on one of the hundred’s of compilations it’s appeared on, heard it on the soundtrack of Good Morning Vietnam in 1988 or one of probably hundreds of adverts that have used its inspiring message as a sound-bed. So the six of us girls followed the guys there. It’s developed now, but then it was all trees surrounding a little park. But we found out where they were going to take him – it was this little park right across from the lapidary on 63 North. The guy who owned the Valencia talked the band into playing an hour later for us because we didn’t get there at the beginning of the dance.Īfter the dance, the guys decided they were going to “kidnap” Red. ![]() We were such good friends and it was such a wonderful time. The night of our wedding night, all 12 of us danced up a storm in our wedding finery. Charles, won a big fancy smoker on a stand. I won a table humidifier and my dance partner, Bob Nessler from St. The Valencia used to have dance marathons and contests, and one time I won a contest. ![]() There were six guys and six girls in our wedding party - including my sister, Red’s sister, her boyfriend, and my brother who was still alive then (he would be killed in World War II), and our ushers. ![]() The Valencia had big band music, which is the kind of music we liked to dance to. There was another dance hall in Rochester then, called the Playmor, but it had more old-time music. It had this wonderful dance floor and they brought in famous dance bands. After we opened our gifts, we were off to the Valencia - this big, beautiful ballroom on the corner of 19 th Street and Highway 52. She’d held me at my baptism, had served as a second mother to me, and was at the table with the wedding party, too.Īs nice as the day was, we could hardly wait for the reception to be over so we could go to Rochester to go dancing. My father-in-law was a partner in a cheese factory west of Rochester, so we had a big chunk of cheese on the table! It was such a wonderful time filled with people who were important to us. We had a big wedding table up front by the stage. It was tradition that the ladies in Dover - and especially the ladies who were my mother’s friends - put on the reception. Axel Boeson sang, some of my girlfriends sang, and Sybil Henry, who was about the only person in Dover who could play the piano, played.Īfter the wedding, we had the reception in the Dover Town Hall. My mother had nine siblings and all kinds of relatives in Wisconsin, and I think everybody was there. The church was packed for the wedding, and it went off without a hitch. So the three of us picked all the black-eyed Susans and goldenrod we could find before hurrying back to the church to fill the baskets. We’d bought professional flowers for the boutonnieres and lovely little bouquets for the ladies, but we couldn’t afford to fill the huge wicker baskets that adorned the alter at Dover Methodist Church. I remember the day so clearly: That morning, my sister, Red’s sister and I walked down the railroad tracks toward St. “Red and I got married in Dover on a glorious September day in 1939. Which is why I recently asked her to tell me the story of her wedding, which took place just more than 82 years ago now. Over the years, Donna has let me share several of her stories in this column. There are few things I like better than listening to her tell tales of growing up in Eyota in the 1920s. Donna Anderson, who will celebrate her 102 nd birthday in just a few weeks, is one of my favorite people and favorite storytellers. ![]()
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