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Home Doggy Dog Week - A Wedding Dance


The big event on Saturday is about to commence.  The groom's guys and the flower girls are awaiting the bride and her entourage.  When the girls left the building to enter through the doors you see at the far end of the hallway, the bride's veil flew off and became momentarily attached to the side of the church, a story up.  In a funny "Rest of the Story", after three weeks, the veil was finally found after having swirled in the wind and came to rest somewhere.  It was found in the bushes nearby and has been sent to the bride.  So, the bride had o veil but had a story to tell. 


The veil-less bride and groom exchange vows.


The Blythe family.


And now off to the Reception for beer,  just a couple, mind you, to calm the nerves. 


I'll mention this elsewhere but you can't find the kind of delicious white cake anywhere else but around Galesburg.  I don't know who made this cake but it must have had some Hy-Vee ingredients, because it is unique and very tasty.  Like I said, you can;t find a white cake that tastes like it anywhere.  I must send away for Hy-Vee white cake.


Cutting the cake at the reception.  Just for your information, I had gobs of it the following couple of days.


Thank God Rick and Meghan joined me in the father-daughter dance.  I sure hope I have that spelled right.  I was told once, that a person's name is all they really have, so don't make a mistake with it.


The lovely and beautiful Miss Amy.  


The father-daughter dance.  I insisted on having the DJ invite other fathers and daughters out after a short while in the spotlight.  There was a time when I didn't mind the spotlight, but times have changed and now I dread it.  Couldn't end fast enough, but my my, with such a beautiful partner, it could have gone on forever.


An interested onlooker.  She looks just like her Mother did twenty some years ago.  And I mean I-D-E-N-T-I-C-A-L.





Funny looking dancing going on here.  I am hoping most of it is alcohol-induced.  I'd hate to think this is what the young people are doing these days.

Lots more pictures and things coming up next week.  Again, I'd like to thank my friends who made the effort to join us on this special day.  I miss you all and someday, someday, Florida will just have to cough me up like a hairball and throw me back into the Midwest.

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