Posted on September 28, 2010 - by Hubba

I DID

On Saturday, September 18th, I got married.

Of course we had been headed that way for some time, but we spent a great deal of that time deliberating about just how to go about it.  We finally decided to get married at St. Anthony’s Catholic Church in Red Owl and hold our reception at the historic Marcus Hall in Marcus.  We further decided to buy a whole pig and roast it over a fire just like in the Bocephus song.  After searching for the proper musical entertainment we hired friend Joe Beug to dj the dance.

I had decided long ago that I would go to town and buy a business suit when I got married.  So in August I went to Seeley’s Mens Wear in Rapid City and bought a business suit.  Bonnie found the perfect dress in Spearfish but I didn’t get to see it until the wedding.

We further decided to hold a rehearsal the night before the wedding and future brother-in-law Tom Bruch graciously offered to host us for the rehearsal dinner.

Two days before the wedding, we dug a hole in the ground and lit a fire.  At one o’clock, pm, the pig, donated by the Bruch family and cut up for free by Bart Bartling, and we put it on the fire.  At the pig roast, I guess I had a bachelor party of sorts.

The next day was spent washing cars and getting ready, feeling none too good.  At four o’clock we assembled at St. Anthony’s for the rehearsal, presided over by Fr. Tyler Dennis as Fr. Marcin Garbasz was returning from the funeral of his father in Poland.  After the rehearsal, we went to the Bruch Ranch for the dinner.  My little sister Carl had made me three cheesecakes.

On Saturday we ran around getting ready.  Billy Hulm from Wasta drove up to do the ladies hair.  Charles Timmons, the best man, and I, drove to the church together, where we found that Fr. Marcin had returned just in time.  Bonnie and the maid of honor Candace Spencer, driven by John Timmons, arrived at one minute to two 0′clock.

I don’t mean to sound like a girl, but I couldn’t have asked for a nicer wedding and reception.  Bonnie was beautiful, Charles and Candace looked good, one or two people even said I looked good, the music was beautiful, the readers did good, Father’s sermon was beautiful, we didn’t flub our lines, it was perfect.

After pictures, we went to the Marcus Hall to party like rockstars, and we did a good job.  Family, trailriders, truckers, mechanics, in-laws, outlaws, the place was packed and we had a wonderful time.  The pig had been cooked marvelously, the bride only got stolen once, we didn’t smear cake on each other, it was fabulous.  About 10:30, Mrs. Trask and I went home.

And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.