Warren came to Milwaukee May 23, 1946 and gave me my engagement ring May 24th. He started the summer session of college that June at Carroll College in Waukesha, Wisconsin. I should mention that at one point while he was on leave I went to New Jersey with him to meet his family. I remember sleeping in Jean and Doris’ room and hearing his mother asking Warren, “Couldn’t you have found someone here in New Jersey?” Warren’s mother was difficult to feel close to, but years later she hugged me and said I was a good mother and wife. I then felt she finally had accepted me.

Warren rented a room at Miss Parmemter’s House and would come to see me on weekends. He stayed at one of my friend’s house, Patty Day. They were so good to him and enjoyed him being with them. Paul often let us use his car. It’s strange how one can know true love in any kind of situation. He being from New Jersey, a war separating us, as well as states, but even with crazy, short visits and letters, we knew we were meant for each other.

We were married on Friday, August 30, 1946, as Pastor Bishop had five weddings on Saturday and three on Friday. I was married in a beige suit, and my bridesmaid was Mary Dickens. Because she was blind I remember her practicing to walking down the isle. Warren’s parents were staying with Doug’s parents, Tom and Will Graham. We had our rehearsal dinner at Pandels, a very lovely restaurant that is still there.

My sister Doris handled our reception at church with little sandwiches and cake. I just remember her working with flowers and decorating. Paul was Warren’s best man. Paul and Mary drove us downtown where we had a drink at the Shroeder Hotel before taking us to our train. We went down to Chicago and stayed at the Palmer House.

I remember checking the exits on our floor only because of a recent tragic fire that had occurred. We went down to the ballroom, ordered a turkey club sandwich and danced. The orchestra played “The Girl that I Marry” and of course we wondered if they were playing it just for us. We no sooner got back into our room than we heard fire engines. We went to the window and they were directly below us. They were there just a short time and then left. We never did find out what that was all about. The next morning Warren went out and brought back donuts and milk.