What have I done!

S said, G. will you marry me? And I said, Yes. I can't remember if we hugged and kissed, but all of a sudden all hell broke loose. Some one said, Let's go tell W. He pulled himself away from the letter he was writing to his wife, brought his orange juice and came out into the piano room. And then he took over. He told me, You have to go into Atlanta tomorrow and see a doctor who can measure you for something to keep you from getting pregnant till S comes home again. And you have to buy a dress to get married in. And it has to be brown. A two piece dress or a dressy suit would be perfect for you. All of us here who have been together will leave on our graduation day so you should have the dinner in a restaurant near the rail road station in Atlanta. And you have to get a minister to marry you. Ask the Foundation if we can use the chapel for the wedding. And also ask the Foundation if we can use the car to drive us from the chapel to Atlanta. And you have to get a marriage licence. And you have to give notice that you are leaving. Talk about controlling! But since he was the only one who knew how to get married, he was a God send.

The next day I made an appointment with an md. I found a minister who said he would marry us. He was a Babtist and didn't tell anyone that this would be his first wedding. His hands were shaking more than my knees during the ceremony. I got permission for us to use the chapel. And we could use the Foundation's car and chauffeur only if I could find enough Gas Stamps for that long a ride.

Next day the woman who had given FDR the muscle test and I went to Atlanta to see the doctor and to buy the wedding outfit.
The GYN man was easy but it was the first time for me and excedingly embarrasing. Then he asked me when I had had the most recent period and he said: I have some bad news for you. If you are regular, You will have your next period on your wedding day.

What a worry. and then I remembered that my mother once told me about a friend of hers who had come to the USA when she was young. She did not have her period for over a year and she and her doctor were worried about her. Her Doctor said, If you go home and take a very strong mustard bath you can bring it on, maybe. Next day I went on the bus to the nearest town and bought a large box of Colman's Mustard. I remeember that I had little white gloves on and the mustard was in a little brown paper bag and when I got back to Warm Springs it was evident that I did not have to take a bath. The mustard was so strong that it's effect went through the little white gloves and the little brown bag.

Next time I will tell you how I spent the night before the weddding.