Thirty one years ago today, at 10 am, I was standing at the front of the church in Sturgis, watching as my future wife was being escorted up the aisle by her father. And probably most of the people setting there watching this spectacle thought it wouldn’t last!
We had to get married in January. February March and April we were getting ready to or were calving. May we were too busy going to brandings and getting ready to hay . Summer we were haying. In the fall we were shipping calves and that is also hunting season. December would have gotten in the way of Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Yup, January was the only proper time.