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(Post War Continuation of Army Scrap Book)
Valentine Day – Feb. 14th
Two Hearts Joined on Valentine’s Day
Miss Betty Hayward, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Walker E. Hayward, Minneapolis, became the bride of Clinton E. Folin, son of Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Folin, Brooten, at a pretty wedding ceremony at the Fort Snelling chapel on Thursday evening, Feb. 14. The service read at 8:30 o’clock by the Rev. E. O. Robie, Protestant chaplain at Fort Snelling. The bride was given in marriage by her father.
The chapel was decorated with ferns and palms with white gladioli on the altar. Candelabra along the aisle and two sets of candelabra in the chancel furnished the only light for the ceremony. A white aisle cloth formed a pathway for the bridal party and a white satin kneeling pad was at the altar.
Prenuptial organ music was provided by the chapel organist. “Because” and “Oh Promise Me” were sung by Miss Frances Jordan before the ceremony, and “The Lord’s Prayer” at the close of the service.
The bride’s gown was fashioned with a satin bodice, high neck line with seed pearl trim, chiffon overskirt and long train. She wore a veil and Juliet cap which was also trimmed with pearls. She carried a bouquet of white roses with a lavender orchid that was later worn as a going-away corsage.
The bride was attended by Miss Mary Poluk, maid of honor, and Miss Pearl Newbauer, bridesmaid. They wore identical gowns of pink net with matching gloves. Their headdresses were coronets of pink roses. Their only jewelry were gold bracelets presented them by the bride, and they carried Colonial, lace-edged bouquets of white daises and blue bachelor buttons.
The bridegroom was attended by Wallace Bakken, St. Paul, an army friend who was best man. Lee Hauge, Minneapolis, formerly of the Navy, was the usher, and John Folin, the groom’s brother, was junior usher. The bridegroom and his attendants were attired in their service uniforms.
Mothers of the bride and groom wore black dresses with corsages of yellow jonquils and yellow roses. White boutonnières were worn by the fathers of the bridal pair and also by the groom’s brother, John.
A reception was held at the home of the bride following the ceremony where refreshments consisting of sandwiches, coffee, ice cream and portions of the four-tiered wedding cake were served.
The couple left immediately after the reception for a wedding trip to points in Minnesota and Wisconsin.
The bride wore a grey dressmaker’s suit with a matching hat as a going away costume, which was accented by a matched set of gold earrings, bracelet and choker, the groom’s gift to the bride.
The bride is a graduate of North high school, Minneapolis, and is employed by the Minneapolis Star Journal and Tribune Company.
The groom has recently been discharged from the Army Medical Corp after three years of service, 13 months of it overseas. He is planning to continue an interrupted college education in the fall.
A Bit O’ The South in the North
There comes a time in the lives of most men and women when they vow to forsake all others – “’till death do us part.” We are now no exception.
And true to a tradition popular with many newly-weds, we followed our hearts to Art Palmer’s Lowell Inn at Stillwater, pioneer city of Minnesota.
This community nestled along the banks of the scenic St. Croix claims a number of “firsts” in the Gopher State – the first court held in an honest-to-goodness court house. A jury walked 60 miles to try a title to real estate, which just goes to show the pioneers were hardy. Add the first townsite in Minnesota (started by J. R. Brown, who authored the name Minnesota) that in 1849 trailed St. Paul’s population by a scant 230 people. Stillwater also claims the honor of establishing the first school and hotel in the state.
Shrine of reverence is the final resting place of Wm. T. Boutwell, first Protestant missionary to hold services in Minnesota and who, in his spare time, became a member of the Schoolcraft expedition that discovered the source of the “Father of Waters” and subsequently names it Itasca Lake – from verITAS – CAput, meaning true head.
Contrary to popular belief, Stillwater does not hold Minnesota’s state prison within its city limits. It is actually “down the river” a piece in the small town of Bayport. Enough history?
Stillwater’s biggest cause for chest-thumping is her famous Lowell Inn, recommended by Duncan Hines in his Adventures of Good Eating, Cedric Adams, Virginia Safford and George Grimm. (The wife of our team is employed by the Mpl. Star-Journal-Tribune, so John Cowles please note. Any mercenary remembrances would be greatly appreciated.)
But to get back to Lowell Inn. Driving up in front of the imposing structure we rubbed our eyes and looked twice. “Bets,” I remarked, “are you sure we’re not in the deep South?” And that’s exactly what it looks like – tall white pillars accent the red brick front of this three-story “Mount Vernon of the West – haven of food and rest.”
Walking in the door we were confronted by a spacious lobby. Deep red walls and thick carpeting, together with precious antiques dotting the room, blended together an exquisite atmosphere of richness.
In the lobby, too, was the lighted world globe that George Grimm wrote about in a recent Twin City daily column. “Look Betty,” I mused. “we sailed to here from Boston across the drink and landed here at Glascow, and from there we went down here to Southhampton. Then across the Channel here to over here at Le Havre, France.”
To the left was an adorable little gift shop of antique china, wall fixtures and knick knacks ranging in price from $2.00 to $200.00. “We were just looking, thank you.”
To the right of the lobby, copper-screened doors admitted us to a rhapsody in food. Every table in the aristocratic dining room was set differently – hobnail glasses, ruby glasses, crystal goblets – all with matching center pieces, and the food was served on the finest – lovely Spode ware. Wall cabinets and solid mahogany tables held delightful displays of sterling silver coffee urns and serving pieces.
A gracious host to the minutest detail, Mr. Palmer greeted us heartily and accepted with apparent pleasure the salutations conveyed to him by us from the Shelso family of Brooten. The Palmers and Shelso were Minneapolis neighbors years ago before Palmer became inn keeper in 1930. He still remembers the excellent cooking ability of Mrs. Shelso and has some of her culinary expertness carried out in meals served at the Inn.
Dressed in a Colonial costume, a charming waitress suggested a list of appetizers and main dishes that made a choice difficult. But choose we did, and it was a meal fit for a king.
After signing Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Folin, Jr., to the guest register – gee, that’s a new feeling – we were shown to our rooms, and incidentally forgot to tip the boy who took up our bags.
SCRAP BOOK
Published by Betty and Clint Folin
Minneapolis, Minnesota
Member Gopher State Chapter of AAPA;
UAPA and UAPA Alumni Association.
Number Ten – Winter, 1946