|A History of the Burns Family|
|PART EIGHT: The Burns Disapora|
In the afternoon we bought a dinette set from a Jewish widow on the Heights and were fortunate in getting a lovely one for only $7.50. This also cheered us.
Monday – the day – arrived, quite warm. And I arose early, corrected my final examination papers and handed in my final grades before going for my treatment  at 10 a.m. Mrs. Pickens was especially nice when I told her that I was to be married in the afternoon and charged me only half the usual amount because it was a special day. She gave me sound advice concerning how to pursue one’s profession and stay happily married. In the afternoon I “borrowed” something from Pauline and spent about an hour having my final spinster chat. Then to Mrs. Howell’s office to receive her blessing, with only 45 minutes to array myself in bridal finery.
I had planned to wear a black and white dotted faille suit with my white hat, gloves, etc., but Inez – the colored maid at the school – made me promise not to be married in black, and since the day was so very warm, I finally decided to wear the blue chambray I bought in Seattle last summer. Gerry likes it and it seemed a link with Seattle and you. I did not wear a hat, but fastened a few of the yellow daisies and delphiniums  which Gerry selected for my bridal bouquet in my hair. I don’t know what the final effect was – Gerry says I was a lovely bride.
We got into a little difficulty with the “oily” justice of the peace who married us because Gerry demanded a certificate of marriage and the justice said he could not give one unless we paid an extra $2.00. After a good deal of marching about the courthouse and pressure on the justice, Jerry emerged triumphant with the certificate only to find that we had a ticket for parking without putting a nickel in the meter.
This was the comedy relief for what might otherwise have been a really too sweet, too solemn affair. We had our wedding supper at the Canary Cottage  and toasted ourselves, then went home.
More soon, Lyn
The month before her wedding, Ebba confessed to her mother that she was “no less vacillating than eight years ago – no more certain of what life holds for me or what I want of it.” But if she had lingering doubts about marrying Gerry, she kept it hidden after that small hint of uncertainty. And when he received an education deferment in July 10th (after much lobbying of the draft board), they decided to get married right away. But Ebba’s dream of moving to Seattle that year – and taking “the loveliest trip of all time to Seattle via 'Lovers’ Lane'” – was also deferred.
The nursing faculty hosted a shower for her on September 11th, and the Wee House was soon filled with enough “silver tea sets, rose bath mats, napkin rings, and bridge table covers to last us until we draw our last tremulous breath.” When he wasn’t attacking his texts in biology, English, and quantitative analysis, Gerry “sawed and hammered, puttied and painted until the neighbors were exhausted.” The apartment was soon transformed into the first real home Ebba had lived in since Center Street – with second-hand rugs and Mrs. Burke’s old chair slipcovered in sky blue, two maple chests in the bedroom, and in the dinette, two small chests joined by a wide shelf for Ebba’s new toaster and waffle iron. Pictures and curtains completed the domestic scene, and she eventually stopped sighing and grinding her teeth thinking about the family furniture left with strangers in Apple Creek back in 1935.
The honeymoon was postponed for almost a year. They rented a cabin near Cook Forest State Park in Cooksburg, Pennsylvania, shortly before Gerry left for Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri. Ebba must have known that Cooksburg is within 15 miles of Rose and Pine Creek, where Lorenzo and Mary Rebecca had grown up so many years before.
 All details taken from contemporaneous letters, later letters, and Bob's recollections.
 Ebba had always wanted to marry in May, but Gerry’s induction into the army put an end to that dream. She expressed herself happy to “plight [her] troth in the hottest, glariest, doggiest of all days…”
 Nineteenth-century expression for behaving informally and without restraint.
 For neck and shoulders…
 But not as warm as the week before, when an all-time record of 103.2 degrees was set!
 Remnants of these flowers were sent to Bob, as the last unmarried Burns child.
 Still operating as the Inn of Chagrin Falls, in a very small town east of Cleveland. I e-mailed them to ask if they had any old photographs, and had a scanned photo from them within hours! I also dropped in on my 2015 cross-country drive, only to see, as I drove by the front, a BRIDE emerge from the door. A rare old Karmann Ghia (Ebba's car in later life) drove down the block at the same time.
 Ebba had written enthusiastically about this one, including penciled floor plans, in an earlier letter.
 Addressed to “My New Son”
 Ada wrote: “I am satisfied that your chosen mate is above the average in intelligence, but being perfectly normal, like the rest of his kind, will try your patience, develop your understanding, challenge your courage, fence with your technique, expect his cup to be pressed down and running over with the good things that you can give, never being quite satisfied with what you can do. Impatient, irritable, but reliable, honest, faithful, courageous, honorable.”