Blake and group from out east.
Michael and Beth's
Wedding
July 31, 2016
This was the perfect wedding -
Beth, her friends and family
did a superb job of planning
every detail and doing a lot of
the work themselves, from the
corsages to the party and
wedding favors and even the
pictures on the wall in the
huge facility where the
reception was held. Hy-Vee
served a very tasty meal,
wonderfully done.
The photographer (the
professional one, not me) was
as perfect as the wedding. He
kept the picture taking after
the wedding to under an hour,
ran the operation like a drill
sergeant but was kind and
pleasant and got the job done
in the park and also at the
reception. I can't wait to see
the pictures he took. He's
pictured directly below.
Above The bride and groom symbolically
joined their pink (Beth) and silver
(Michael) sands, combining them into one
container which represents their life from
this point on.
And to the above left they are pictured
with her grandmother and grandfather,
Terry and Bob. Directly below is Beth's
Godfather, and 3 of the bridesmaids.
Above right, Michael escorts his paternal grandmother,
Dorothy, to her seat. Below I recognize Kristal, Robin, Troy,
and Shannon.
These two cuties 's signs tell the story.
Above Beth tears up a bit as she reads
Michael her wedding vows; he cracks
her up with his (below).
Sherrylrae, beautiful as ever to left.
Me, Sarah and Sally, center. Right is
Vaughn and Nancy. I'm disappointed
how blurry their picture is.
Beth has LOTS of relatives. I'm guessing
these are her cousins. Or some of them --
And below is the wedding party - sorry the
photographer blocking one of the
groomsmen.
Left is Tristan and Ken, below some of
the audience before wedding starts.
And below left is Shannon and Jason.
Beth's Grandmother.
Beth's mother.
Holly and Geof, Michael's parents right.
Left is Jeanine, Holly's cousin.
Extremely sharp young woman.
Nichol, Holly's daughter has her pets
tattoed on her back - The footprints of
her Cockatoo, Angel, and her dog,
Smokey.
Sherrylrae's gown is gorgeous. That's
Ken and me on the other side. It was a
beautiful setting for the wedding. Left
is Kristal with new hairdo, and Troy.
Below is the reason Ken and I were late for the reception: We were looking
for the house where Ken and Sherry and the three girls lived in Millard - in
the late 60s. We finally found it!
To left and above are two cute girls. And some pretty pink hair.
Left below is Shannon's good friend Shawni. And with her husband, on right.
Whoops, Shannon wasn't around so
Troy and Shawni posed. To left is Sarah
and Sally, our special cousins.
Robin, Kristal's husband. And
Sherrylrae with Jeanine.
The bridesmaids before and after I
asked them to smile. Below right is
Beth with her Godfather.
Beth dancing with her mother. And
that's Tristan taking a picture. I'm not
sure who the boys below left belong to.
Beth's uncle Mike in the pinkish shirt.
We had a nice chat with him at the
rehearsal dinner and found his son plays
violin in high school. They won some top
prizes in a recent competition. So there
was a lot in common to talk about.
Every mother is happy to have her son
marry a good woman. And Holly was
really a happy soul, shown here dancing
with Michael.
Some of the single attendees? Not sure
about the men.
Jaxson, Holly's grandson. A real charmer.
Human Family

Poem by Dr. Maya Angelou
Read at the dedication of the Disney
Millennium Village

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.


Some declare their lives are lived
as true profundity,
and others claim they really live
the real reality.


The variety of our skin tones
can confuse, bemuse, delight,
brown and pink and beige and purple,
tan and blue and white.


I've sailed upon the seven seas
and stopped in every land.
I've seen the wonders of the world,
not yet one common man.


I know ten thousand women
called Jane and Mary Jane,
but I've not seen any two
who really were the same.


Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,
and lovers think quite different
thoughts
while lying side by side.


We love and lose in China,
we weep on England's moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores.


We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine.
In minor ways we differ,
in major we're the same.


I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends
than we are unalike.


We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.


We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

Written by Maya Angelou