But today is Photo Friday, so here is a picture of Melinda (getting all giggly about her upcoming wedding). Geesh, I hope I don't get all frilly and girly about it. I think I'd like to get married on Shasta's back. Now, wouldn't that be fun? But the real question is: would Mother let me? And would anybody come to my wedding if they knew I was being married on horseback. Hmmm . . . something to think about.
Peter looks like he has always looked--citified. But he's been Mitch's best friend for AGES, and I'm awfully glad Melinda is marrying him instead of that horrid Jeffrey Sullivan who used to hang around the ranch so much. So I'll let his "hands on the hips" stance go for now. But whoosh! Look at all that curly hair! He should have visited the barber before his wedding day.
Melinda became Mrs. Peter Wilson on September 20, 1884. Like most young ladies in the Victorian Age, Melinda was married at home. Kate was her matron of honor and I was one of her bridesmaids. It was simple, but the house was overflowing with town guests, since the Wilsons are pretty well known. Afterward, the guests ate a light lunch and then off Peter and Melinda went to . . . wait for it . . . the Continent. If you don't know what the Continent is, well, it's Europe. Paris, London, and all that. I have no wish to go that far on a honeymoon excursion. Yosemite would be far enough away for me.
|Melinda in her wedding dress in the parlor. Countdown to her big day!|