Posted by:
pollythinks
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Date: December 12, 2016 08:25PM
Posted by: summer, "Use the freaking chapel, already."
In my day, you weren't allowed to use the chapel, let alone "walk down the center isle". You had a temple wedding, or "went elsewhere". (We lived in the L.A. area.)
We were allowed to use the "culture hall" for our reception. We had a friend help "receive" the gifts, which were put on display on a long table. We provided nuts, candy, punch, the wedding cake, and our own punch container, cups, plates, napkins, forks, with a two-person crew I paid for to oversee the modest refreshments.
For the "receiving line", the "wedding party" lined up against a class room outer wall, which had a hole in the wall which had just been repaired (but not painted yet), and which was situated just behind our heads (so all are pictures show this unpainted wood-square behind our heads, with the basket-ball web above our heads). Classy.
I had a couple of friends from work who offered to help (sitting at the sign-in table, etc.), but all-together, it looked modest--which it was. A brother-in-law took pictures from a little hand-held camera owned by my--by then--husband.
T'wern't the best, but at least we didn't have to rent a hall. A friend helped display our gifts on a long table for all to see. We paid the ward janitor for clean-up.
T'aint nothing in this world for free, friend.