Marshall &Kay Family  Histories

  

One of the very best decisions we ever made was to be married in the Temple right from the start. My Parents drove up and we drove with Vaughn’s parents to Salt Lake. We drove straight through and we were all tired. There was still ice on some of the mountain roads and we felt the Lord’s protection when the car slid out of control at one point. We spun round a couple of times missing all other traffic and coming to a stop when the back end of the car hit the high side of a cliff. None of us were hurt and the car was not damaged. When we were married on the evening of February ninth we were both so tired that we had a hard time following what was going on. We decided to return the following day when our minds were more clear. My parents had loaned us their new car to drive back home in and they took the train back home. We went back to the Temple the following day and while we were there someone ran into the backside of’ my parent’s parked car. We were just sick about it. We didn’t want my parents’ insurance company to have to pay for it, so we used our honeymoon money to repair the car.  Then, without much money left, we took about five days coming home and called that our honeymoon. As I imagine it from Vaughn’s viewpoint, this must have been a trying time. He always told me that, of course, he was thrilled to be married, but there was a big adjustment to be made. He was still living on mission time. Up at 6 a.m. and ready to start the day soon after. He had this wife who thought 6 a.m. was the middle of the night. Then finding an apartment in San Francisco quickly (that’s where we were both working) was a challenge. Starting a new job is never easy. It was especially hard when he’d only been married a week, living in a new apartment in a strange city and then his wife seems to have caught this flu that won’t go away. That’s right! We were expecting our first baby and before I even had  time to suspect I was pregnant, I was so--- sick! And that’s another story--------- 

 

 

 

 

It was February 9, 1953 that we got married.  My Aunt Katie's husband, Uncle Jimmy, played the bagpipes at our reception. I was so thrilled. I had heard him play the bagpipes from the time I was a little girl and just loved it - And he was good! He won many cups and many honors playing the bagpipes. He was raised in Scotland, and before he came to this country he was in the Queens Pipe Band. In order to get into the Queens Pipe Band you have to be really good. So he was already really good. And he had a Scottish brogue. I loved to listen to it. And he was a fun person, he really was. He was a fun Uncle. He was just always happy, we always had a good time listening to Uncle Jimmy. He had some beautiful kilts and all that sort of stuff, so when he played the bagpipes at my reception he wore the kilts. He wore the whole thing and marched up and down the cultural hall playing the pipes. I'm not sure everybody was ready for that. But I was thrilled. I remember I was so excited that he came to play the pipes for me. And Dad appreciated it very much that he did that. That was really special. I'm not sure that he did that for anybody else. But I had asked and he did. So for me it was really exciting.