No worries, only the most minor of duties to be performed. My eyes started to bug out--partly because red tape was choking me, partly because Bill was calmly, safely, & efficiently whacking it into pieces. Only he can tell you just how it was done in a borrowed Presbyterian church, with a co-signed wedding license.Las Vegas boasts dozens, maybe hundreds, of wedding chapels, practically drive through establishments. But if you think you can set up a do-it-yourself wedding in one of those quickie chapels, think again. It was done, & if Bob & Alice had been able to stand one another, their marriage certificate would have easily repelled, during their full lifetimes, any legal challenge.Ed moved to Redlands in l969 but went back to Missouri for the first of the weddings described below.He was one of the founding faculty members of the Johnston College that year." Eventually I remembered that Suzie & Al were married in '66, two years after we'd met Huntleys, & we were in Wyoming , far from Fulton , MO.Suzanne was born in Wyoming , wanted a wedding in her mom's family church.But Alice had driven down to Las Vegas from Pocatello , knowing only "what" & "when." Unable to make arrangements, Alice knew only that she'd be in a wedding somewhere in town, probably at such & such a time.
(Because their two progeny remain as yet unmarried, though, Dick & Linda have no complaints.) That brief apology brings me up to the chronology. Two days before Christmas in 1978, in Los Vegas, he married Alice & "Bob." (Though that marriage did not last, it produced one offspring.) Then, in July '86, when Alice married the wonderful Rick Root, Bill took on an unfamiliar role, wedding photographer, with brilliant results--classic movies & still photos.(Molly, Rick's & Alice's beautiful red-headed daughter, now studies at the U. Sam, the child of Alice 's first marriage, now flies as first officer for Mesa Airlines.) * That's it.To think of any of the three "Huntley weddings" brings back cherished recollections.It was one of those sunny winter days when the mountains were sharply etched on the horizon, & picture-book scenery graced our journey.We were the vanguard, the scouting, exploring component, off on an early lark. Simply, sure-footedly, hardly any visible fuss or muss.