Finally the big day arrived, greatly anticipated-I was going to marry Charlotte. As you can see from the picture, she was about the most beautiful bride ever! I remember I was like most bridegrooms and had little to do with the wedding, except to show up. I had talked to Charlotte about a small wedding, and she thought that was a good idea. I was pleased that the wedding would not be a large event. Perhaps we should have defined what each of us understood as “small” and “large.”
The Four Amigos were to be reunited as Robert Holzschuher was my best man and Bill Kliene and Paul Silber were my groomsmen. Charlotte’s sister Alice was going to be Matron of Honor, and my cousin Mary Carolyn and Charlotte’s cousin Bobbie Waugh were bridesmaids. It was a cozy group of attendants who were our closest confidantes. On the eve of the wedding, Aunt Cot was the gracious hostess for the rehearsal dinner at her house on Grammercy St.
Charlotte and I were married at 8 pm on January 11, 1947 at Trinity Methodist Church in San Antonio, Texas where Charlotte’s family had attended. Well, as I started through the door to the sanctuary, our small wedding had grown. I stopped, frozen, looking out at a packed church, it was a sea of people. Robert said later he was afraid I was going to break and run. As befits a faithful Best Man, Robert gave me a shove and, when I had regained my balance, we walked to where the preacher was standing. I was sweating and more nervous than I had been at any time overseas, even when the bullets were flying. However, once Charlotte and her dad started down the aisle, I was okay and totally focused. I was just where I wanted to be.
The wedding reception was at the Bright Shawl, and we spent our wedding night at the historic St Anthony Hotel there in San Antonio. The St Anthony was the finest hotel in San Antonio at that time. We still have the paid receipt for that stay, and the charge for a nights stay in this fine hotel was $5.00 per night. The $2.50 was for breakfast in the room.