May 23, 1913
We were allowed to go to the wedding. Blanche and I promised to be very good. Ethel is always good for such a little girl. Aunt Bertha was beautiful. Her dress had lots and lots of ribbons and lace. It was made of really thick shiny fabric. She wore white shoes with funny little heels. She had a big hat with lots of veil stuff all puffed up that didn't quite hide her red hair. Mama cried, I'm not sure why.
We took a present, pretty glasses for her dinner table like we saw in the magazine. Aunt Ruth and Aunt Fannie were busy with helping everybody get something to eat after the service. It was the first time we'd seen Aunt Ruth smile since Uncle Rube died last year. I wonder what it's like to have a twin and then he dies? Blanche and I thought it was odd that Aunt Ruth was the bigger twin. Uncle Rube was always thin and pale.
On the way home, Mama said she thought Aunt Bertha had made a good match. Daddy said Baby Sister married in to a good family but he thought that boy always had a shifty look to his eyes.
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