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TOMORROW EVENING brides-to-be and their guests will gather at the Seven Seas Restaurant for an informative evening of fashion and fun. Welcome Wagon hostess Norma Neill (left) models a gown with Leigh Vincent Lambert (right) ané Sandra Chang, who designed the three dresses. For a free invitation to the Monday night event, cali

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Peter Wieser of La Toque Blan- che says it’s a good idea to seek out a caterer who has been recommended by your friends or who has successfully catered a

wedding that you have enjoyed. Also, he says, ‘‘flexibility is very important ~— every couple has their own idea of how to do things.”

Your caterer should be able to offer good ideas and menu sug- gestions that correspond to your budget and other needs. After- noons are usually the most popu- lar time of day to hold a wedding, and give you the option of having an afternoon reception with finger food, or a full dinner in the early evening.

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1 WAS born in North Vancouver on Bewicke Avenue on June 7, 1908 and I’m still here and nearing 82 years, but never can | forget our wedding day — WOW! And wotta

honeymoon!

It_ all started when my boss’s son, Walton Young (his dad built the Lonsdale School and | think he was once an alderman in the old days), was courting my younger sister Anna.

One day Anna came to me and asked me if I'd be a good guy and find one of my girlfriends and go for a joy-ride in Walton’s new car — a brand new 1925 Ford sedan!

Because | was chasing around with a girl from Vancouver at the time | tried to excuse myself, but no deal. Sweet little sister has an ace-in-the-hole all figured out.

“Do you know a girl named Marge Osborne?’’ she asked. When | said no, she said to me, “Get in the car, | know where to find her. She always had a crush on you!”’

Down Lonsdale we went, and on nearing 2nd Street, Anna yelled at Walton to stop the car. ‘There she is!’ Anna cried, pointing to a group of teens standing around yapping and giggling.

‘‘There she is!’’ Anna whispered, pointing into the mull- ing group, then cranking down the window she hollered ‘‘Hey Marge, c’mere, | want you to meet my brother Con!’ Famous last words! For two years you couldn‘t pull us apart with a team of oxen.

Then one day (this was during The Great Depression), | had a call from a pal in Powell River who told me to get up there as fast as

possible and he’d hold a job for me on the construction gang.

| was stuck. | needed three bucks for boat fare. Wotta hope, |

didn’t have three cents! But | got a break.

Marge’s dad, Hin, who worked on the North Van Ferries wharf clean-up crew, came to the rescue. Somewhere he had it stashed, the whole three bucks! Next day | went to work.

Two fong years later, Marge could stand it no longer. | decided the least 1 could do was to ask the boss’s permission to go to Van- couver and get married, but as we were still too young to marry we'd have to see a magistrate. He and an assistant were trying to make a big thing of it till 1 told them I’d got

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When serving finger food (hors d’oeuvres and canapes) at your reception, Wieser usually suggests eight pieces of food per person, which, he says, usually works out to $8 to $10 a head.

When the guest list is large, this can work out to be a real savings over a sit-down dinner or buffet, which often costs twice as much or more.

Whichever style of reception you choose, be sure to sit down with the caterer at length to discuss all the arrangements. Get a checklist of the tasks they will be handling so you know if there is anything left for you to do. You will then be able to relax and took forward to your reception with confidence, knowing that all the proper preparations are under way.

honeymoon

Marge pregnant and with my pleading and Marge’s blushing they signed the form.

Now we had to rush down to the North Van Ferry and dole out a couple more dimes to get to Marge’s home to get her dad tc get hold of a preacher right away and get us hitched. It was mid- afternoon and we didn’t dare miss the Powell River boat or I’d be out of a job.

It all went well till after the ser- vice and Marge’s dad found out that it was the duty of the bride’s father to pay the expenses, a whole five bucks!

Down we flew to catch the ferry back to Vancouver; we ran along the CPR tracks and just barely caught the Powell River boat.

Afthough our return fare was covered from company voucher against my wages, we had no state-room, so we huddled on a deck chair with only our love to keep us warm — in January.

It was late night before we land- ed, and it was a two-and-a-half- mile climb to our cabin in Wildwood District. We had all Marge’s clothes in an old suitcase her dad had hooked as it was floating past the dry-dock where he worked.

We'd walk a long way and stag- ger to a stop till finally we flopped at the door of the cabin. With a couple of hours left, | unlocked the door, only to be ‘preeted by a monstrous snarling shaggy hound, and worse still, inside the cabin, sound asleep, were my brother and a friend in the bed, sleeping!

Happy Honeymoon — and | had less than an hour to get ready for work. But it lasted till Marge passed away, 55 years later.