On June 24, 1977, we wended our way to Reno, Nevada, After traveling on a superhighway and passing all the evidences of civilization, we came to the wilderness of the Sierra Nevada: lovely bushes covered with white blooms growing beneath and among pine, fir and cedar trees; lovely wild sweet peas growing along the highway in dry soil, and also daisies and other wildflowers. The we came to magnificent rock formations and hills covered with sagebrush. Finally we came to our destination in the crazy city of Reno. Motels upon motels, eating places and people by the thousands intent on getting rich in a hurry; spending nickles, dimes and dollars and earning just enough to encourage them to keep spending more and more.
We ate lunch and then went to our motel to change to our wedding clothes. Then we went to the wedding chapel where your brother, Stanley and his fiancee, Lela Waddell, were to be married. The people in charge of the wedding were very nice. The reception room was decorated with pretty artificial flowers and a lovely (imitation) wedding cake was on display.
In due time, they asked the parents to come into the wedding chapel and they were given front row seats. Then the grandparents were brought in and seated behind the parents; groom's folks on the right, bride's on the left. Then came the brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles, and friends of the bride and groom. Then we could hear the strains of "Here Comes the Bride" and in came the bridesmaid and Mr. Waddell leading the lovely bride, Lela.
Stanley and his attendant, Paul Lowrey, entered, followed by the minister. I was pleased to hear he was truly a minister, retired. He exchanged pleasantries with Lela and Stanley and then performed the marriage ceremony, uniting them in marriage. He told Stanley to kiss the bride. And there stood Mr. and Mrs. Stanley Holland awaiting the congratulations of their family and friends.
I was proud of our newlyweds. They were such nice, wholesome looking young people. And Stanley in his new brown suit; and Lela in her dainty white wedding dress, not overly ornamental, but just right for Lela.
There were twenty-three wedding guests in all and Lela's father had made arrangements for a nice dinner at the Nugget in Sparks, Nevada for the wedding party. It was a lovely party and a nice ending to a perfect day, the wedding day of Stanley and Lela Holland, June 24, 1977.
They decided to defer the honeymoon until later when there was not so much to be done on the ranch. So after a few hours in Reno, they returned to the ranch and their new (old) home, the Curtis ranch house built in 1902 for Stanley's great grandparents, the C.H. Curtises; and the home into which my husband, Vera D. Curtis, and myself moved into after our marriage in the Congregational Church parsonage in Grass Valley, California on December 1, 1923. The same home that saw the birth of Stanley's mother, Martha LaVerne Curtis (Holland), in 1924. Wishing them much happiness in the old family homestead. H.F.C.