Originating Circle:
Family
Mom and Dad
Friends
Wes Pixler (later Wesley B. Parish-Pixler)
School
Eve Kennelly
Wayne Steinart
Iowa City
Barbara Walker
Sue Gibson "Mushroom"
Ann Riley
What Happened:
In late January I left Iowa City and moved to Claremont, California. On the way I stopped in Berkeley to see Riley, who already had a new lover. At the School of Theology at Claremont I met Wes Pixler, who lived in campus housing in the room above mine. I warned him not to fall in love with me. He took me to Disneyland for my birthday and promptly fell in love with me. He wooed me with fresh homemade bread. We went on motorcycle rides and talked theology. In April he asked me to marry him. I said no.
In May, Eve Kennelly took me to an est guest seminar and I registered and did the San Fernando Valley est training (two weekends, plus a before, middle and afterwards evenings). Afterwards people at seminary told me how peaceful I seemed. As soon as classes were over for the semester, Wes took off for Dove Creek where he had a summer church appointment.
On the 4th of July I called Wes and asked him if I could reconsider. He hopped on his motorcycle and came back the next day. We were married on August 2.
From my parents Christmas letter:
"Our only sorrow this past year was for our Timothy (24) when his wife left him for "greener pastures." Our thoughts and prayers were with him as he made the adjustment... While we lost one of our family, we also gained one. Our daughter, Michele (25) informed us she was getting married August 2 and wanted her family to be there. Needless to say we were eager to go. We drove to Iowa and spent a couple days with our folks, then flew from Des Moines to California where we met the bridegroom, Wesley Pixler. We were happy to meet and get to know him before the wedding. Of course it was a proud papa (Dick) that escorted his daughter to be wed. Because Michele had blood poison in her foot the newlyweds had to forego a honeymoon and remain close to a doctor. ..Dotty's sister Mary Mohler made the trip west with us."
Other guests included my brothers Tim (in his Navy uniform) and Chuck. I was glad to have Aunt Mary come. Juanita Gregg, a cousin of my Mom and Aunt Mary who lived in Riverside came too. A lot of family for a girl so far from home. Wes's parent Paul and Betty Pixler also came. Bonnie Bollwinkle made the cake and our friend Rev. John Sullivan performed the ceremony. Another friend sang.
Before the wedding we did have a bridal shower with guys and gals.
After we married we moved together into married student housing, which as I was then the director of student housing (there actually wasn't much of it), worked out nicely.
For the rest of the family, it was a relief that Tim got divorced from Tanis Good. Paul had a motorcycle accident in Arizona and went back to Iowa City, where he turned 21 in July. Charles took his junior and senior years together.
We drove all the way back to Iowa in the snow to meet relatives on both sides of our family, and I took Wes to also meet my Iowa City friends. My parents drove back to Iowa for the visit as well, bringing Paul and Chuck along.
Wedding Day |
Family
Mom and Dad
Friends
Wes Pixler (later Wesley B. Parish-Pixler)
School
Eve Kennelly
Wayne Steinart
Iowa City
Barbara Walker
Sue Gibson "Mushroom"
Ann Riley
What Happened:
In late January I left Iowa City and moved to Claremont, California. On the way I stopped in Berkeley to see Riley, who already had a new lover. At the School of Theology at Claremont I met Wes Pixler, who lived in campus housing in the room above mine. I warned him not to fall in love with me. He took me to Disneyland for my birthday and promptly fell in love with me. He wooed me with fresh homemade bread. We went on motorcycle rides and talked theology. In April he asked me to marry him. I said no.
In May, Eve Kennelly took me to an est guest seminar and I registered and did the San Fernando Valley est training (two weekends, plus a before, middle and afterwards evenings). Afterwards people at seminary told me how peaceful I seemed. As soon as classes were over for the semester, Wes took off for Dove Creek where he had a summer church appointment.
On the 4th of July I called Wes and asked him if I could reconsider. He hopped on his motorcycle and came back the next day. We were married on August 2.
From my parents Christmas letter:
"Our only sorrow this past year was for our Timothy (24) when his wife left him for "greener pastures." Our thoughts and prayers were with him as he made the adjustment... While we lost one of our family, we also gained one. Our daughter, Michele (25) informed us she was getting married August 2 and wanted her family to be there. Needless to say we were eager to go. We drove to Iowa and spent a couple days with our folks, then flew from Des Moines to California where we met the bridegroom, Wesley Pixler. We were happy to meet and get to know him before the wedding. Of course it was a proud papa (Dick) that escorted his daughter to be wed. Because Michele had blood poison in her foot the newlyweds had to forego a honeymoon and remain close to a doctor. ..Dotty's sister Mary Mohler made the trip west with us."
Other guests included my brothers Tim (in his Navy uniform) and Chuck. I was glad to have Aunt Mary come. Juanita Gregg, a cousin of my Mom and Aunt Mary who lived in Riverside came too. A lot of family for a girl so far from home. Wes's parent Paul and Betty Pixler also came. Bonnie Bollwinkle made the cake and our friend Rev. John Sullivan performed the ceremony. Another friend sang.
Before the wedding we did have a bridal shower with guys and gals.
Wes liked taking photos |
For the rest of the family, it was a relief that Tim got divorced from Tanis Good. Paul had a motorcycle accident in Arizona and went back to Iowa City, where he turned 21 in July. Charles took his junior and senior years together.
We drove all the way back to Iowa in the snow to meet relatives on both sides of our family, and I took Wes to also meet my Iowa City friends. My parents drove back to Iowa for the visit as well, bringing Paul and Chuck along.