Oh Promise Me
(Written by Walter LeGrand Whipple, 16 July 1944)
Just a few lines to refresh my memory, in fifty years from now, of one of the stepping stones in this life. Everyone had things lined up that it would be a stumbling block, but with the help of the Lord and a lot of good hard work, things have turned out to be pretty well after eighteen months of travel along life’s highway with a girl who was both beautiful and dumb--beautiful enough that I could love and dumb enough to love me. The whole affair started at a Saturday night dance, the last Saturday in February 1940, at the "Dansante" in Logan, Utah. That day a group of engineers had been on top of Mount Logan on a snow survey and took in the dance to round the day off. We were "snow blind." Well, that was a good line, and how the girls fell for it. One girl, in particular, who was Erline Atkinson.
1940 being leap year, she popped the question, as was the custom in those days. Finally, in three years, I mustered up enough courage to say "Yes." In a few days, we raised the two dollars and I said, "I do." I might explain that I had my last say when I said "I do."
Oh, yes, in case my memory fails me, the day was Friday, the fifth of February, nineteen hundred forth-three (5 February 1943). At the Logan Temple, Elder Joseph B. Daines tied the knot that has held for eighteen months, and who knows but what it will hold forever. Forever is a mighty long time, but if it is as good as the last eighteen months has been, we can take it and feel happy.
The road has been rough and rocky from the beginning. Take, for example, the tire that was flat on the automobile that morning. The automobile belonged to Richard L. Whipple, who was in the United States Navy.
Uncle Joe milked his cows early to get on the spot for an early wedding, but it was in the afternoon before the great day arrived. And was the ring ever hard to put on! Mom Atkinson, Uncle Joe, Aunt Stella, Mr. Perry, and his son was a few of the folks that had a ring side seat.
The wedding supper was held at the home of Grandma Law. Roast chicken, gravy, potatoes, pickles, and all that go with them. The wedding cake was made by Mom Atkinson: orange cake with white frosting and decorations for the occasion that showed hours of work.
Oren Jackson took pictures of the cake and table that was surrounded by friends and relatives of the bride.
After the supper, we drove to Ogden, where we spent the first night together out in Washington Terrace, at the home of Albert and Rozella Fuhriman.