The night Walter arrived home he awakened me by tapping on my bedroom window, and when I opened the door to let him in the house the first words he said was, "I have some bad news!" I thought, "Darn, I'll bet they've told the glider pilots they can't get married until after they graduate, as that was the rule for the air force cadets." Instead, Walter pulled his empty wallet out of his pocket saying that even though he'd been in the Service for almost six months his pay voucher hadn't caught up with him, so he hadn't been paid. I gave a sigh of relief, and said, "Oh, is that all?" I knew that my parents had given Jack $ 100 when he was married, so we could count on the same, plus there was 500 dollars in the bank which belonged to Walter, which we hoped to keep as an emergency fund, since it was from his brother's insurance. We agreed to leave that intact, to be sent for if needed at a later date. So, the wedding plans proceeded as scheduled. The account in the paper read as follows: COUPLE EXCHANGE WEDDING VOWS IN GARDEN RITUAL-Before 50 reltives and close friends Miss La Verne Boone and Staff Sgt. Walter Heffner exchanged wedding vows Sunday afternoon in the garden of the Boone home. The Rev. Frank Kepner officiated at the ceremony. (Then, the paragraphs about parents, descriptions of decorations, attendants, etc.) For the occasion the bride chose a street length dress of black bengaline faile trimmed in white lace with black accessories. A corsage of orchids and bouvardia and a gold locket, a gift of the bridegroom, completed her costume. (A little more about the ceremony, where we attended school, etc.) Then; The young couple left immediately for Albuquerque, N.M., where Sgt. Heffner is stationed as a glider pilot with the advanced glider training unit at the army field.
Thus started the most important chapter of my life....
the wedding was very simple, as was the custom during wartime, plus the short span of time that was available to engineer the plans, and went off without a hitch. Jack had been assigned the task of picking up the punch from the Betsy Ross ice cream parlour, which he managed to get as far as the front porch of our house before it slipped out of his hands. I might add that he was on furlough from the air force. Anyway, he assured me that he could make the punch just as good as Betsy Ross, which he proceeded to do, and it turned out fine. That was the only crisis. And, thus started our lifetime together.