May 9th 1942 ...8:30 am.....

.....My grandparents were married.

St. Mary's Catholic church on Saturday morning was the scene of one of New Oxford's prettiest and most impressive wedding ceremonies, when Miss Mary Frances Weaver, daughter of Mrs. James R. Weaver Hanover street, New Oxford, and George Clifford DeVine, son of Mr. and Mrs. D.C. DeVine, York, were united in marriage at a nuptial mass by the Rev. Paul D. Weaver, Mount Carmel, an uncle of the bride. The bride was given in marriage by her brother, Fredrick, and she had as her bridesmaid her sister, Miss Marie J. Weaver. George G. Weaver, another brother, who is in the U.S. Coast Guard, stationed in New York, acted as best man. The Rev. H. J. Howarth, pastor of St. Rose's church, York, was present in the sanctuary. The church was filled with friends. The Bride was attired in a white lace-trimmed gown of sugar mist modeled on princess lines with train. She wore a fingertip veil and carried a nosegay of white roses and snapdragons. The bridesmaid's gown was a model with dusty rose sugar mist skirt and lace bodice with which she wore a matching lace bonnet. She carried a nosegay of mixed flowers. Miss Teresa Staub, a cousin of the bride, was at the oragn for the wedding march and postlude. During the ceramony, Arthur Ford, Mt. Carmel organist, played and also sang three solos.

The bride has been the courteous and highly efficient cheif operator of the New Oxford telephone exchange for a number of years, and she has the best wishes of a host of friends. Following a short wedding trip the couple will reside on East Berlin R.D. 1, in which section Mr. DeVine has been specializing in several farming enterprises for the past few years. A wedding breakfast and reception, held immediately after the ceramony at the home of the bride, was largely attended.

One of my most cherished possessions are all the letters that my grandfather wrote to my grandmother before they were married. They lived in different towns and were only able to see each other once or twice a week. In the letters, he talks a lot about his farm he was trying to start, closing down bars with my grandmother, and doing naughty things that he shouldn't be doing with her. (just because it's 1941 doesn't mean people didn't use to fool around!) He also broke up with her and then got back together with her! I also have the engagement ring that my grandfather gave my grandmother when he asked her to marry him. I hope someday that I too might have a daughter to pass these things along to like my mother did to me.



And 30 years later.....
Look at what a cute baby I was!!! And that's my dorky brother!! Sometime in the summer of 1972!