New digs at 92

Ladd Arnoti Pat and Angie Nuxoll stand for a photo with Angie’s grandma, Calista Uhlorn, on their wedding day, Oct. 10, 1970, in Cottonwood. “Our photographer was Ladd Arnoti, a close friend of our family, and he had a great sense of humor,” Angie wrote. “We didn’t notice until later that (Uhlorn) was crossing her fingers. What was she conveying? We never did ask her but conjectured it might have been something she arranged between her and Ladd as in: ‘Here’s hoping this marriage will last.’ ... So far so good; we’re going on 51 years now.”

Speaking of vows, thank goodness for the Holiday Inn promise

Here’s Pat and I coming down the aisle in the old St. Mary’s Church at Cottonwood on our wedding day, Oct. 10, 1970. Our wedding reception followed with dinner, toasting and singing. We finally left, heading to Spokane for our honeymoon. On the way up the Lewiston Hill, a policeman flashed his lights and pulled us over. We hadn’t noticed our license tabs had expired. He was kind enough to give us a warning if we promised to take care of it after our honeymoon. Whew. We weren’t concerned about having a reservation ahead of time in Spokane, so on arrival, we pulled into a Holiday Inn. The lady at the front desk said they had no vacancies and there were probably no rooms at most hotels there because of the horse races. She explained that racing was very popular and drew people from all over, even Canada, for the weekend races. What to do? Luckily for us, the Holiday Inn had a promise for potential customers: “If we don’t have a room for you, we will find someone who does.” The clerk finally found one place that had a room for us ... because of a cancellation. It was a little, out-of-the-way place near the airport, called the Cedar Village. It wasn’t fancy, but we were happy to find it, even though you could almost open the front door while seated on the bed. We settled in for the night. The first time you check into a hotel as husband and wife, you feel a little awkward — remember things were a lot different 50 years ago. In the middle of the night, we were sound asleep when we heard someone rattling our doorknob. “Harold? Harold, it’s me — open the door!” Then she began banging on the door. My new husband hollered out, “Harold is not here.” Finally, after a long silence, she left. So thankful for a strong lock on that door, because if she gotten in there and saw two in that bed, who knows what she would have done? We have had many laughs over that experience through the years.

— Pat and Angie Nuxoll, of Lewiston, married in 1970

Helen and Dan Ross Longtime admirer creates a scene at wedding

My fiancé had just graduated from college, and we wanted to get married. My family lived in Arkansas, and I attended college in Southern California, cleaning beautiful homes to pay for my education. Dan worked in maintenance on campus. There was no money for a church wedding. The first job was ironing for Mrs. Pyle. She had four young children and needed help pressing her husband’s dental uniforms. These special people had made me part of their family. Six-month-old Johnny and I became buddies. Dan and I asked to have a ceremony in their beautiful backyard, overlooking the back bay. Their response was, “Of course.” However, they changed their minds and insisted that, with help, we could have a church wedding. The word spread on campus and in our church. A friend took care of arranging flowers from a grocery store, a beautiful tiered wedding cake was given as a gift, and I purchased my wedding dress through the Money Saver for $25. My family would’t be coming — who would walk me down the aisle? “Dr. Pyle will,” his wife said. This special family blessed me in many different ways during my four college years and are still a part of my life’s blessings. I took Dr. Pyle’s arm. I couldn’t believe my dream of a church wedding would soon become history. We walked to the center aisle. I felt breathless when I saw the pews full of friends. We stood in silence waiting for the wedding march to begin. But instead we heard a wolf whistle. Johnny Pyle, now 5, had stepped out into the center aisle in his red blazer, looked at us and whistled. The crowd laughed. Johnny’s big smile melted my heart. And now I can say I experienced the fragrance of love. — Dan and Helen Ross were married in 1965. They have lived in Lewiston since 1972.

Helen Ross gets a portrait with the Pyle children, including Johnny, in the red jacket.

The wedding crasher

The wedding was a perfect setting like most are. The July weather was lovely for a gathering of about 100 people in the couple’s backyard. There was a beautiful lake with a palm tree behind the fancy altar. A hush came over the crowd as the bride and groom stood before the preacher. We had previously tied our two large malamute huskies in the front yard, but one of them was a Houdini escape artist. Down the red-carpeted aisle with his head held proudly high and tail wagging came our exuberant, bouncy 83-pound furry friend (shown below). He was so happy to be a part of the ceremony. I felt like crawling under my seat as I saw the astonished looks of the bride and groom. Our daughter, Missy, and I quickly got up and retrieved our dog and re-tied him. The ceremony went on smoothly, but we missed a beautiful song by some of the family members. — Cosette and Jerry Moore, of Pomeroy, were guests at a niece’s wedding in the summer of 2010 or ’11 at acreage east of Cheney.

Bought marbles at Newberry’s; haven’t lost them yet

There wasn’t room at at Newberry’s when I was knocked one of mine out Orchard’s Elementary a little kid.” right off the bat. I ticked for the population explo- At the Orchard’s school, one of his and my shooter sion of Baby Boomers in we had used sticks to draw stayed in the middle. Oh, 1949. New schools had to rings in the dirt to play. no. He was going to shoot be built, but that We packed it down me out and win. I held my couldn’t happen hard, because mar- breath. He hit it, but it instantly. The solu- bles don’t roll well didn’t go out. Now I get a tion for that year? in dirt. This place at chance to shoot one of his. Fourth graders Webster was per- You had to know your own were bused to the fect. We just needed marbles real well. You old Webster build- chalk to draw circles didn’t want to shoot your ing by the Lewiston on the concrete. own out and beat yourself. High School. Mama tri- I shot hard. It hit one

This building THINKING ple-stitched a little of mine, but mine hit one wasn’t made for OUT LOUD bag for my mar- of his and it rolled slowly fourth-graders. bles. I filled it with out of the circle. “Yeah!” There was nothing to play on at recess. Sharon pieces of chalk and my beautiful marthe kids yelled. We went at it neck-and-neck, as my We were bored with playing guessing Chase bles, plus a couple of steelies. Those dad would have said. We both had only one left in games and tag. “Hey, we could Hoseley are little round steel marbles that Dad- the marble kingdom. A thought struck me: the ring. Who was going to win? play in the parking dy gave me from Miss Graves said, “OK, “Hey, everybody, we’ve “What in the world’s golot they don’t use any- the machines at his work. you can play on the con- only got a week before ing on out here?” I looked more,” I pointed out to my They could do lots of dam- crete, but no keepsies.” school’s out. Let’s play up. It was Miss Graves. friends. “We could play age to glass marbles if you That was all right. I didn’t keepsies. We won’t tell “Um, Bobby and I are marbles. I still have mine hit them too hard. want to lose mine. In Miss Graves. Whoever has p-playing for the ch-chamthat I bought in a grab bag Off I went to conquer case you don’t remember, the most at the end of the pionship,” I stuttered. keepsies was when you week is champion.” My “By the looks of your knocked someone’s mar- friends thought it was a bag, I’d say you’re playing ble out, then you got to great idea. Teachers never for keeps,” she accused. keep it. came on the playground. “No, ma’am,” Bobby Every recess we played They would never know. lied. “We’re just keeping marbles. More and more Winners of each circle count of marbles.” people brought them. on Monday played each Not one of our friends There were circles all other on Tuesday. Tues- said a word. Bobby and I over the parking lot. Win- day’s winners played on picked up our own marble ter came, and we couldn’t Wednesday, and so on. and walked into school play outside. We tried to By Friday, there was only with smirks on our faces. play in the classroom, but Bobby and me facing off. We were the champions. the marbles rolled too There were some tears easily on the uneven floor. and some angry kids, but We abandoned our game no one tattled. until spring. We counted our marbles. Finally, we went mar- He had two more than I bling again. We all got bet- did. Oh, this is going to ter and better. The more be a challenge. We each you practice ... put in six marbles. He

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