....."Now don't forget to get gas", he told me as we left the rehersal dinner the night before our wedding.
.....The next day, my wedding dress hung in the back seat of my car and my hair was covered with hot rollers ( the old kind with pokey things) as I drove on I-5 from Mtlk. Terr. to the church in Seattle. I was walking on air I was so happy.....until I was about half-way there and looked at the gas gauge. You guessed it!!! Empty!!! The car started to slow. I signaled and kept moving right til I came to a stop about ten car lengths behind a parked pickup with its' hood up.
I got out of the car and ran up to the pick up and reached it just as the owner closed the hood.
....."I am on my way to my wedding and I just ran out of gas. Can you help me?"
....."My wife is not going to believe this. I have been broke down here for three hours and am in a heap of trouble. But, sure, get in I'll take you to the gas station at the next exit."
.....At the gas station he called his wife as I got a can of gas. Then he dropped me back to my car and drove off after I thanked him and he wished me well. I put the gas in my car and drove back to the gas station to return their gas can and get filled up with gas. But, when I tried to pay the attendant said,"consider it a wedding present."
.....I thanked him and drove to the church. Late. Of course.
.....Most everyone was there already as I hurried in smelling like gasoline, pulling rollers out of my hair. In the dressing room my maid of honor did the best she could to get my hair untangled from the hot rollers as I dressed.
.....As my husband tells it, when I wasn't there in time he asked my Mom, "What could have happened?"
.....And she said, "I don't know. She was in the bathtub when I left her. Maybe she fell asleep."
.....As I came out of the dressing room my brother who was giving me away made some brotherly comment about lighting a cigarette (cause I smelled like gas) as we waited for our cue to walk down the aisle.
.....The rest was kind of a dream until we were alone together on our way to a ski resort at Crystal Mt., for our honeymoon. We stopped for groceries at QFC and giddy, ran up and down the aisles in our wedding clothes. When we got to Crystal Mt. after a wrong turn or two, there was no way to tell which of the lodges was the one we were staying in. So, we knocked on the first door we saw with a light on to ask. We always laugh when we imagine what the man must have thought when he opened the door to us still in our wedding clothes.
.....This was December 11, 1976, 30 years ago.
.....Today he brought me a dozen red roses!!! I baked him gingersnaps! He had to work. So, I am sharing with you this very pleasant memory.