1991

Giving up the dance.  Wedding of Rhonda and Matt.

    A lot can happen during the twelve months of a year, and 1991 was no exception.  It started with a shovel full of snow and come to think of it; it ended the same way.  It was the days in between where the action was.  Jeff and Jon were in Portland, Hollie was in the first grade and the big sister got married, at age 18.  That doesn't sound like much but ask the Mother-of-the-Bride.
  Meanwhile back in the office the fun continued.  We had purchased a new computer system and new software about a year ago - what a huge improvement, and what a time saver too.  It cost a lot of money, mostly for the workstation PC's and kind of wiring the City together, City Departments that is; most were in City Hall but Public Works, Recreation and Public Safety had their own buildings.  As I write this two of those Public Works and Public Safety (fire and police) each have new buildings since I retired.
  Now the wedding.  Rhonda and Matthew, who both looked like middle school kids decided to get married so they found a way of setting that up.  It was a busy couple of months getting all of it together and everybody in the act.  Living quarters where to be a small apartment in Matts' parents house, over in Passadumkeag (pass a dumb keg), which wasn't too far, just about 8 miles. 
  The wedding dress was purchased second hand (this was a low budget affair) and taken to the cleaners, the Church was the one attended by Matt's family, and the reception was taken care of by some of the ladies at the Passadumkeag Grange.  At least the whole thing was carried out very well, everyone did what they were supposed to, except that Hollie didn't sit with the family - she sat with the mother of Rhonda's friend.  It was short and sweet, as weddings go and the whole thing was over right on time.  The real fun came in the months that followed, the bride and groom had high school to finish.

Rhonda and her brother, Jeff.

Christmas is for cows!

A sense of humor never hurt.