Rochester WI 7-3-16
The marriage of Erin Dix and Ben Willard
happened here at the Rochester public library.
A fitting locus as they are both Lawrence University, Appleton WI workers -
Erin as Univ. Archivist, Ben as tech specialist.
The original building, a red brick school house
was established around the turn of the 19th century.
The facility outgrown and made into a library was enlarged in 1954.
Some Raccoon readers herald 1954,
the year they graduated from Waukesha High School.
'Grandmaw' Means - Dee's mother -
took her first air trip ever from Maryland to get to a wedding
she did not want to miss.
Also a small contingent of other Pleasant Valley Marylanders - Dee's sister Donna,
brother in law Jeff Geiman, Dee's brother John (hidden)
and Dee's niece Emily made the flight with Gramaw.
Dee, Bob and Jane Willard talk in the library before the outdoor service.
It was a perfect day.
It was a perfect day.
The wedding was officiated over by Ben's sister Hannah.
Dee delivers her piece
Bob Willard, Ben's father offered poems by a relative
not obtained by press-time. They were poignant.
Bob Willard, Ben's father offered poems by a relative
not obtained by press-time. They were poignant.
Dee hand-wrote and delivered this observance
Ben and Erin
Left unknown; right, Ben's Dad
Cousin Edwin, regional hobbyist historian and co-owner of the Ela orchard;
an unknown to us bachelor uncle we will get to know in future days.
Dee; her sister Donna Geiman; brother John Means Jr.; Gramaw Jeannie Means; niece Emily Means
Zoe Middleton; co-ceremony officiant, Erin's brother Lee
The Wisconsin dairy cow aerial greeter at the desk
wears a wedding veil partially hiding her face.
These are the photos shot by the Raccoon photog on assignment.
For Ben's family and friends' so-far bulk accumulated pictures
go to:
Bear in mind, this advanced format is part of what Ben does.
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