The whole point of this blog was to talk about Walker Creek and tell you some stories about it. I can barely find the damn place on a map or the internet so if I'm the only one documenting it then I want to do it right. Which means focusing more on the town than my personal life. But I wanna do one more real quick before I try to focus on that. To just get it out, I guess, and continue after the entry last time. I haven't talked about it in a long time, but today I'd like to write about my wedding day with Julia.
It was a gorgeous summer day in 1962. Birds chirping, flowers in full bloom. The nature of Walker Creek is stunning. Just green for as far as the eye can see. I really do miss that now. It's just not the same in Texas. But anyway, The night before, I had went to Rosie's Bar with the boys for a bachelor party. Next day, I had to face all the people I invited - every friend and family member. I hadn't completely pissed on the family legacy yet so my parents came, as did my aunts, uncles, nephews, etc, etc. Every friend came too, which meant basically half the town. As I said, everyone knew everyone. We were outside in this field of flowers, and we had my strange childhood priest officiate the ceremony. Julia walked down the aisle with her father, in the most beautiful dress. I still have it packed away even today. Never had the heart to get rid of it. Anyway, it was the happiest day of my life. But, also the most stressful. Weddings are not just carefree happy romantic events. I remember the pure stress of making sure the ceremony went well. Of helping Julia plan it. Making sure the guests were happy. It was such a relief when it was over. Still, it was an unforgettable day. I don't really wanna say too much more though. My memories of Julia are special. They don't need to be shared in full here. I just like to talk a bit, remember the basics. -Trevor
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